Negatively - Tell her to take a hike.

"What's it to you?" you ask with suspicion and skepticism.

"I'm with the law firm of Berkley, Dee, and Hanson..." she starts.

"Ahh hell," you groan in disgust. "Not another shark and their twisted tricks. Get the fuck out of here." You begin to close the door.

"Wait," the white-haired vixen nearly shouts, her tone urgent. "This isn’t about your criminal case. It’s about your great-uncle Gadston’s estate."

You pause, the door half-closed, as a vaguely familiar name resurfaces in your memory. "Gadston?" you growl, the name stirring up a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "The only thing I know about him is that he was some crazy fuck my parents warned me about when I was a kid."

"Yeah, he was a crazy fuck," she agrees, speaking of him in the past tense, which you don’t miss. "And his estate is worth over half a billion."

Your hand freezes on the doorknob.

The curvy stranger reaches into her jacket and pulls out a thick business envelope. "This is $20,000," she says, holding it up. "I'm supposed to give it to you."

You eye the envelope with wavering skepticism. "Let me guess," you say dryly, "it’s stuffed with blank copier paper and a subpoena."

She doesn’t flinch. Instead, she opens the envelope, revealing two stacks of one hundred $100 bills.

"My name is Cin Von Lilit," she states, her voice calm but firm, her eyes locking onto yours. "Acknowledge I am Gadston's attorney by saying my name, invite me in, and I’ll give you $20,000 and explain everything about your uncle’s estate—and your inheritance."