A Confidential Gathering

Sarah peered in with a serious expression as the morning sun began to peek through the windows of my office.

She spoke quietly as she stated, "Olivia, you have a visitor." Mr. Harrison is here. He claims that it is urgent.

Longtime legal counsel to our family, Mr. Harrison had been faithful to my grandfather and had spent years navigating the intricacies of our family's relationships. Something significant was brewing when he paid a visit. I couldn't help but wonder what had motivated this unexpected visit, considering I hadn't seen him since my last run-in with Uncle Richard.

"I'm grateful, Sarah. As I straightened my stance and got ready to meet with him, I answered, "Please, send him in."

Mr. Harrison entered my office a few moments later with a sizable folder in his arm. His expression was solemn, and he sat down opposite me, taking a deep breath while maintaining a steady gaze.