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heir. It's that simple. Except, of course, for the codicil." |
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"At the time of your death, your entire estate and all that remains of the assets of Frazier Securities revert to the control of and ownership by the Portland Foundation." |
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"Like hell it goes to the Portland Foundation," Charlie shot back at the man. "It's mine. If and when I decide to check out, I'll do with it as I damn well please." |
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Shurley shook his head disapprovingly. "I'm afraid that's not possible. Malcolm Frazier's will is very explicit. Your brother's estate at the time of his death is to be turned over to you only if his wife and any heirs resulting from their union have all preceded him in death. Betty Elizabeth is dead; since they had no children, you, so to speak, Mr. Frazier, are the benefactor of their untimely demise. Frazier Securities is yours the moment you agree to the stipulation set forth in the codicil." |
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Slowly, as Shurley knew it would, the first traces of a smile began to inch its way onto Charlie's face. "Sure I'll sign it. For that kind of money, I'd sign my own death warrant." He reached across the table and snatched the document out of Shurley's hands. He scrawled his signature across the bottom of |
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