Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys
“David.
Sit down.”
“I won’t sit down.” He opened his briefcase on the dining table and swept his papers inside.
A receipt fluttered down onto the rug.
“I’m withdrawing as counsel of record for the estate, effective immediately.”
I stayed over by the sideboard.
“You know the notary is your cousin.”
Gable’s jaw clenched.