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Post by victoriousscarf on May 30, 2011 12:53:03 GMT -8
Sonya was seriously considering hitting his head against his desk when he heard a rap at his door. "Come in!" he yelled, looking around his desk for where he had left his damn coffee...
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Post by Meadowlark on May 30, 2011 12:54:41 GMT -8
Coricopat opened the door, motioning for Misto to precede him.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 30, 2011 12:56:24 GMT -8
Misto glanced at him and stepped inside. "Hello," he said, uncomfortable.
Sonya blinked at him. "Ah, Mr. Quaxo," he said and then his eyes turned to Coricopat and they narrowed. "Mr. Zimmerman?" What the hell was the other cat doing here?
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Post by Meadowlark on May 30, 2011 13:00:38 GMT -8
Cori arched an eyebrow, "Good afternoon, commissioner." He let the door fall closed behind him, his left arm in a sling and his right paw closed around the handle of his walking stick.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 30, 2011 13:03:54 GMT -8
Sonya looked between them, finally settling his gaze on the smaller black one. "When I said, get a lawyer, I did not mean him."
Misto blinked at him. "Um, is there a reason he couldn't be my lawyer?"
Sonya scowled, his eyes flickering back to Coricopat. "What happened to your arm anyway?"
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Post by Meadowlark on May 30, 2011 13:05:36 GMT -8
"Hm?" He considered answering with the truth laced with a heavy dose of sarcasm, but decided it was best not to risk that. "I pulled something in my shoulder moving some things last night."
Technically true...admittedly the only thing he'd actually moved from one place to another had been his handgun, but still...technically true.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 30, 2011 13:07:55 GMT -8
Sonya frowned and considered growling. Instead, he took a long swing from his coffee cup. "Alright," he muttered. "Both of you, sit down so I can get this over with."
Misto sat fairly quickly on the smaller of the two chairs in front of Sonya's desk, barely having managed not to give Coricopat a shocked look at his answer.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 30, 2011 13:11:25 GMT -8
Coricopat settled into the other chair, at his ease, the cane leaning against his leg.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 30, 2011 13:12:28 GMT -8
Sonya continued to scowl at him. "Alright," he said, shuffling through some papers. "So, as I mentioned last night, Jones left no will behind." Fat bastard, always too over confident. "And you're his only living relative, and thus heir basically automatically. As I said last night, you should be able to get most of his estate..."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 30, 2011 13:15:33 GMT -8
Coricopat cut him off, though his tone was idle, "And why only most? As his only living relative, shouldn't it all go to Mr. Quaxo?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 30, 2011 13:18:20 GMT -8
Sonya's frown only deepened. "Some of his... assets were of the illegal sort."
Misto blinked and schooled his face to remain neutral at that.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 30, 2011 13:19:01 GMT -8
"And which ones are those?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 30, 2011 13:22:10 GMT -8
"Well, the Palace for instance was an illegal speakeasy, and I know at least some of his fortune was gotten through illegal activities..." He was starting a thorough investigation into that.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 30, 2011 13:24:41 GMT -8
"The property upon which the palace was built belongs to Jones through legal means. Or belonged anyhow. Therefore the land and the building belongs to his nephew. As to his fortune, I assume you have proof of that matter?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 30, 2011 13:28:05 GMT -8
Sonya almost hissed at the lawyer at that. "Well, we'll certainly have to clean the place out before he can claim it then," Sonya ground out. "As for proof, the investigation to that has just started..."
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