26 November, 2015

Golton Island excerpt


 
The first chapter of Golton Island ... an excerpt


As the small group entered the room, two men stood from where they had been seated on one side of a large polished wooden table.  “Hello, I’m Sam Waters and this is David Wilton, and we will ask you to introduce yourselves please,” and he swept his friendly eyes across the two young women, then Richard and Max.
“I am Richard McPherson,” Richard said, taking the lead, “and this is my partner, Max Clark.”
“We are pleased to meet you,” Sam Waters said, and he and David Wilton shook their hands across the table.
Turning to the two young ladies, Sam Waters asked, “And you are?”
One of them said, “I am Samantha Carter, and this is my sister, Lauren Nelson.  We are the granddaughters of Jane McPherson, and we thought we would come along and get our share of the pie.”
The two lawyers shook the women’s hands, looked to each other, and Sam Waters said, “Everyone, please take a seat, because the first thing we have to do is to establish each person’s right to be here at this meeting.”  They all sat and Sam Waters continued, “Presumably, you are here because of letters this office sent out or you have seen a notice in the paper regarding the late Mr. George McPherson.”
David Wilton took over by saying, “Richard, did you receive the letter, and what is your relationship to Mr. George McPherson?”
“Yes, I have the letter here, which was addressed to Duncan McPherson, my late father, who died in nineteen-seventy.  He was George’s first cousin.  By the way, Max is not related at all.  He is accompanying me as my partner.”
“That is quite okay,” David Wilton said without any hesitation, then turned to the women.  “And which of George McPherson’s cousins are you the children of?”
“Oh, we are the grandchildren of Jane McPherson,” Samantha said.  “Her daughter Evelyn, our mother, only died five months ago, so we thought as she died just before George’s date of death that would be close enough for us to get our share.”
“Ladies,” Sam Waters interrupted, “do you have with you the letter that we sent out?”
“Yeah, it’s here,” Samantha replied, and feverishly dug into her large, black, pseudo-leather chrome-spangled bag, withdrew the letter and spread it on the table.
“If you look closely at that letter,” Sam Waters continued, “it reads, ‘that Mr. George McPherson’s estate was left to his first cousins or their next generation children should cousins predecease Mr. George McPherson.’”
Samantha looked up from her copy of the letter and asked challengingly, “So?”
“You have just told us that you are the grandchildren of Mr. George McPherson’s first cousin; that makes you both the next generation again.”
“Yeah, Mum was the child of the cousin, as you put it, but she only died recently.  Isn’t that close enough to qualify for all this money?”
“With respect, Samantha and Lauren, no.”
“Do you mean we have flown all the way from Sydney this morning on the early flight to be told that we have missed out on a fortune?” Samantha flared.
“I don’t know where you got the idea of the fortune from, but I am afraid so.  Therefore, I’m sorry, but there is no further reason for you to remain here.  We will continue this meeting with Richard after you have left the room.”
Samantha and Lauren looked at each other, stunned, and turned to glare at all four men in the room. Shortly, the two young women stood in unison.  “I can’t believe this,” Samantha said as she tightly clasped the shoulder strap of her bag and flashed her eyes from lawyer to lawyer.  “You bastards!  You fucking bastards!”  The two offended sisters then stormed out of the room loudly muttering obscenities.
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