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drink his expensive red wine alone every night. He told himself he didn’t need anything more in his life than his money and he truly believed that. His colleague thought of his existence as sad but he thought of it as his dream come true. If he wanted a woman then he paid for one. At least that way he didn’t have to pretend to be interested in small talk and, more importantly, he didn’t have to share any of his wealth. His life suited him just fine. It was a good job too as he could only attract the attention of the women he paid for, although he didn’t see it like that. He believed every woman looked admiringly at him in his expensive clothes and ridiculously expensive car.
    “What do you mean? So you’re saying this house is ours” Debbie’s voice broke into his reverie. She was becoming even more perplexed by the second but trying to keep her voice down for fear her children would hear them talking.
    “That certainly is what I’m telling you” replied Mr. Leeson waiting for the joy to become apparent on her face. However she looked completely confused by this so he added “In your fathers’ will Mrs. Adams, it states that you are to get the house upon his death.”
    “What do you mean upon his death? Are you telling me my father is dead?”
    As the last word hung in the air like a bad smell, all at once it dawned on Mr. Leeson why she was so confused. He suddenly became aware of his burning cheeks and he wanted the floor to open up. His smart, expensive suit and his gold rimmed glasses that he insisted on wearing perched ridiculously on the very end of his long slender and somewhat feminine nose, and his expensive gold watch didn’t seem to give him the confidence they usually did. He felt nervous; his throat dry and itching as he stood in front of this lady whose eyes seemed to burn through to his very being.
    His throat worked up and down but no sound came out. He shuffled his feet a little as he tried to regain his composure. The successful lawyer was back! “Oh my goodness! I am so sorry, I thought you would have been contacted and told. I’m afraid that is what I’m telling you, yes. Your father died five days ago. He had a heart attack. His cleaner found him.” his patronizing tone was not lost on her. He gave her his most sympathetic look and waited for the news of Mr. Hendry’s death to sink in. Debbie shook her head.
    “Is this some kind of sick joke?” she asked. 
    “No joke. Not at all. I understand how difficult this must be for you.” Leeson replied with an amount of compassion that shocked him. For a split second he thought he really did know how hard this was for them. Mentally shaking it off, he reverted back to his fakeness once more.
    “I don’t think you do” answered Debbie with venom dripping in her voice, becoming increasingly angry at this stupid, poor excuse for a man standing in front of her. “You see, you’re asking me to believe that he’s dead when both I and my daughter have just seen him looking out of an upstairs window at us.”
    “I can assure you that this is no joke. Let me show you his death certificate.” He said whilst rummaging through his black leather brief-case. He was ruffled. There was no denying that. Why hadn’t someone contacted her? This was a first for him. He didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, not because he cared but because he didn’t want to witness any human emotion he himself was incapable of feeling. He volunteered the death certificate and a copy of the notes from the police officer who found him for Debbie to read. They had been left in his care until a time when he could hand them over to Mr. Hendry’s next of kin. She tentatively took the documents from his hands, too scared to believe in case it all came crashing down around her. It explained how he was found in the old part of the house which was once used as a psychiatric hospital, in the room once used as a treatment room, or so it read. He was found laid out on