<span style="font-family:Amaranth">"We had a strained working relationship,"<br/>
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Charlotte pursed her lips at his mention of the relationship between the two men, and she sensed the distaste behind his insincere smile. Tilting her head to the side, she found herself wondering more about this grandfather of hers that she didn't remember. The lawyer hadn't gone into too much detail about what it was Nathanial had done for a living, but she got the sense that maybe he hadn't known. She could call him up, possibly, but what did it matter at this point? It was apparent that this... stranger in her grandfathers house didn't want to hurt her. At least, not yet.<br/>
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"I'm not... I don't know this area well." She admitted, one hand snaking across her belly to grasp her other elbow. "I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to tell you where to go. But I don't mind giving you a ride." The words were out before she could stop them, but wouldn't it be better to ensure this man left the premises? As he sank down to sit on the stairs again, she noticed how pale he'd gone. He appeared weak, and her brows furrowed in concern. Though she made no move towards him, she did cast a glance towards the kitchen, wondering if there was enough in there to make <i>something</i> to eat. <br/>
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He spoke again, drawing her attention his way. "No. I'm not." She admitted honestly, not wanting to admit she'd thought the same thing about him. Something clicked in her brain, then, part of what he'd said that just hit her. "What do you mean, the legacy?"</span>