"Sure."

"Sure, I know them," you answer with a wave of your hand. "Big company on the opposite side of town. Large building, all glass and shiny metal. I've seen their employees at my job every so often, commuting in or out."

Mr. Baxter just nods. "Anything else?"

To be perfectly honest, you don't know anything else about them. They haven't made the news, and you've never seen anything of theirs for sale. "I'm guessing... they make... robots? Just given the name," you offer at last.

"Universal Robodynamics is one of the nation's foremost producers of factory automation technology," the attorney driving you replies with another nod. "As you put it, robots. They make industrial robots of all kinds. They were also originally founded by Mr. Harold Rossum, whose estate I am representing."

Your mouth drops open as the sound of cash registers ring inside your head. "What?! I'm inheriting Universal Robodynamics?!" That has to be a billion-dollar company!

The first response you hear is a sigh, and you see Mr. Baxter frown. "Nothing so grandiose, I'm afraid," he says at last. "It appears from our research that Harold sold his stake in the company back in the 80's and entered a functional early retirement. It was still a multi-million dollar buy-out, but given the actual assets being transferred in this estate it appears that our client expended much much of his finances in the intervening decades in pursuit of his... interests. The real value of his holdings has thus dwindled considerably."

The odd emphasis placed on the word 'interests' gives you pause, and you look at the attorney quizzically - yet he remains unreadable. "Did you know him?" you ask at last.

"Oh, goodness no!" he replies in a defensive haste you haven't yet seen from the man. "My firm merely represents his estate. We were hired as executors for his will and testament through an intermediary. If it weren't for that-" Suddenly Mr. Baxter's whole demeanor shifts as he feigns a cough and reacquires his inscrutable professional exterior. "Ahem! That is to say, we have maintained no personal contact with the deceased. Hence why this research has been necessary. Well, here we are."

You pull up in front of a modest-sized, modern-looking, dark-wood-and-glass home deep within the recesses of upscale suburbia. Expertly-manicured evergreens dot a glass-fenced porch on the second floor, and the whole place looks, frankly, immaculate. Your deceased relative must have been a serious stickler for cleanliness.

Turning off the car, Mr. Baxter sighs softly. "The estate you stand to inherit consists of the personal home and possessions of Mr. Harold Rossum, as well as the contents of his personal accounts after his outstanding debts have been paid."