He Created a Pain in Your Ass

A few hours have passed since Walter dropped the news on you that Jason Robertson, the illegitimate son of your former mentor, is now a minority owner of Carpe Diem.

After basking in his glory, Jason decided he would let you stew before the announcement to the rest of the staff at Carpe Diem.

However, as he brought you into a 'celebratory' hug, his parting words still echo in your mind.

"That's twenty down, eighty more to go."

You and Walter were soon joined by Ingrid and Tony. You filled them in on the events.

"This is absolute bullshit!" Ingrid yells, slamming her fists into your desk. "This can't be fucking legal."

"I'm afraid it is perfectly legal." Walter notes.

"How? It's written on a fucking napkin." She states, once again slamming her fists into the desk for emphasis. "Was there even a goddamn witness?"

"In the state of New York, a last Will and testament can be written out on essentially anything and without witnesses. It's not recommended but it can be done so long as the writing can be authenticated by at least two individuals who knew the deceased. I can attest, the writing matches known samples from Mr. Edwards."

"And I've inspected enough of his documents to confirm that is in fact his signature." You verify.

"Ugh!" Ingrid grunts in frustration before pacing back and forth. "I don't like this. I had a shitty feeling about this douchebag the first time I met him and now this shit happens? Something's up."

"I agree." You say calmly, surprising even yourself. "But there isn't much we can do."

"What?!?" Ingrid yells once more.

"It's true, unfortunately." Walter nods. "Contesting a Will is a rather complicated process and more often than not, you have to be a family member to do so. William was close enough to Mr. Edwards to possibly contest it but there are no grounds to do so."

"But there was an agreement in place." Ingrid states.

"As I informed William, the succession plan was not an official part of the original agreement. Mr. Edwards was so insistent on retiring that he expedited the transferring process and the succession he promised, was omitted from the agreement. I ensured that it was part of his Will a few years ago but as with all Will's, they can be changed. And this napkin, is an official change."

You can tell Ingrid wants to fight this more but she decides against it. Instead, she continues pacing around.

"May I see the napkin?" Tony asks. Because of his silence, you had almost forgotten he was there.

Walter gently passes it to him. Tony looks over it carefully, his eyes scanning every letter.

"Hmm." Is all he says.

"Something wrong?" You ask.

"I can't say for certain." He responds, still eyeing the document. "Is it alright if I give this to a friend?"

"I'm afraid that is not possible." Walter answers while reaching for the napkin.

"What if I make a call and you bring it my friend?" Tony gives the napkin back to Walter.

"I...I suppose I could do that." Walter answers. "But I would need to know why I was doing such a thing."

"Let me make the call and I'll be in touch." Tony brings out his phone before leaving the room.