<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><b>Gregory Widcombe</b></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"Well, I certainly wasn't intending to be here any longer than necessary," Greg answered Karl.  Then he heard his sister's voice coming from the hallway, berating Audrey for her weather forecast and Rikkie for a locked door.  He gave Karl a grin and said, "Found her."  Then he strode to the hallway to join the "discussion".</span><br/><br/>"It's not Audrey's fault, Grace.  Not unless you think she's conspiring with the Weather Channel.  They forecasted a clear day as well.  As for the door, it could be stuck due to the weather.  Something to do with the barometric pressure."  Before trying to open the door, he checked to make sure the deadbolt wasn't engaged and the door handle's lock wasn't engaged.  Then he gave it a mighty pull.  It wouldn't budge. A couple more tries and he turned to Grace.  "This looks like a job for your hired muscle, assuming he didn't wear himself out last night. Just as long as he knows the door open's inward and not outward."  He gave his sister a smirk.<br/><br/>"But perhaps we should worry about getting the reading of the will done rather than worry about a stuck door.  It's getting loud out there. And pretty soon, no one is going to be able to hear you read the will.  And that would be a shame, since I know you want so much to do this."  He gave her another smirk.<br/><br/>XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX<br/><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Abby Daniels</span></b><br/><br/>"Lucia!  Yes, I remember him speaking highly of you.  In fact he spoke very highly of most the people who surrounded him."  Abby could have added "except for family" but this was not the time or place.  Whether it be the daughter or son or nephew, if you were blood, you seemed to get on Marcus's bad side.  Abby found it especially distressing, being an orphan herself.  She had a better relationship with her adopted parents than Marcus's children had with their real father.  Go figure.<br/><br/>"What's likely to happen to the company with Marcus's passing.  As Director, do you take over the company?  Or is that something that needs to be kept secret until the right time?"  Perhaps it was nosey of Abby to ask, but she was trying to get a feel for all the people in the room.  She certainly wasn't intending to apply for a job with the company.  She was comfortable where she was.  And she really wasn't expecting anything substantial from the will.  Maybe Marcus had put an acknowledgement of his gift of the watch in the will. That might keep Grace from coming after her.  Still, she would be stuck with the problem of how to keep it safe, living in a high-crime neighborhood.  She needed to get a safety deposit box, and she had no idea how much one of those would cost.  Another crack of lightning made her jump, then give an embarrassed grin.<br/><br/>"I don't think the local news called for this kind of weather."  Of course the crack of lighting was followed moments later by what Abby assumed was Grace's voice.  Clearly upset with multiple people.<br/><br/>"Lucia, this is probably not my place, but shouldn't a lawyer or disinterested party be reading the will and not Marcus's next of kin? Preferably the lawyer who wrote the will at Marcus's request.  He and he alone knows exactly what Marcus put in the will.  I know Marcus was the one who designated Grace to read the will, but this seems like a conflict of interest.  Maybe even illegal.  If my question is out of order, I apologize."