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lawyer Mr. McGill. It was the one nugget that Jonathan had to hold onto because he really did not have anywhere else to start his search.
    He knew that he was underdressed for a visit to the lawyer, but a dingy button-down white shirt and his black slacks were the closest that he could come to something presentable to call on anyone professionally.
    Entering the building, he climbed the stairs to the upstairs office.
    "Hello, how can I help you?" The woman seated at the front desk was very polite.
    Jonathan took off his cap, and held it close to his chest.
    "I am here to meet with Mr. McGill."
    The secretary glanced at the appointment ledger. "I am sorry. Mr. McGill does not have an appointment now. What is your name?"
    A sudden rush of immediacy washed over Jonathan. The urge to see the lawyer was overtaking him.
    He smiled at the secretary, and barged right in through the door with the marquis plate that spelled out the lawyer's name.
    "Excuse me!" the secretary exclaimed.
    "Sir! Please. How can I help you?" The man behind the elaborate desk shot straight out of his chair and came to the front of the desk.
    "I'm so sorry, Mr. McGill. I could not stop him."
    "It is alright, Mrs. Reed. I will handle it."
    The secretary backed out of the office. She did not close the door completely, leaving it slightly ajar.
    "Now whatever this is, Sir, it better be important. There is no cause for barging into a man's place of work in this way."
    The stern look on the lawyer's face let Jonathan know that his time was limited.
    "My name is Jonathan Montgomery Smith. I believe you were my father's lawyer."
    "I'm so sorry, lad. I am not sure who your father is."
    "Was," Jonathan corrected. “My father was Mr. William Smith."
    Once he spoke the words, Jonathan waited for Mr. McGill to show some type of emotion. His facial expression did not change.
    "And what is it that you require of me, Mr. Smith?"
    "So you did know my father?" Jonathan queried.
    "Sir, I am not at liberty to discuss any of my clients or their affairs. If your father was, or is, one of my clients, I must inform you that is information that I can not disclose."
    Apparently, getting the information he needed would be much harder than Jonathan thought.
    "I just found out that Mr. William Smith is deceased. I came to claim what is mine."
    Jonathan stepped a bit closer, in hopes that the lawyer would then take him a bit more seriously.
    Mr. McGill turned back to the desk, neatly gathered the papers lying there, and placed them in an organized stack.
    "Mr. Smith is it?"
    "Yes. It is. As I said before, Jonathan Montgomery Smith."
    Jonathan was becoming irritated with the standoffish demeanor of the lawyer. Mr. McGill seemed like a sharp man, and Jonathan would not believe that the lawyer needed to ask his name again.
    "Well, Mr. Smith. I have to let you know that I have a meeting in about ten minutes. Again I will ask, how can I help you?"
    Jonathan's jaw clenched. This was not how he envisioned this conversation going.
    "Mr. McGill, you are a very intelligent man. I know that you understand what it is that I am asking. I will leave you to tend to your clients. Please know that I will not go away easily."
    Jonathan stared the lawyer directly in the eye. Mr. McGill did not break his gaze.
    "Good day, Mr. Smith."
    Jonathan turned to go, looking back at the lawyer.
    "Good day, Mr. McGill."
     
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    After leaving the lawyer's office, there was a brief moment when there was a sinking hopeless feeling in the pit of Jonathan's stomach.
    For the past few days, since he learned the truth about his parentage, Jonathan did nothing but wander the streets aimlessly, dipping in and out of local pubs. The ale did not wash away the anger, the resentment, and the embarrassment that he felt.
    All of his life, he thought that his father had passed away and that his mother was a widow. Instead, she was the mistress of a man who would not have her hand in marriage, and he was the bastard child of a