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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Aug 30, 2009 20:30:32 GMT -5
**HORATIO JACKSON CARLISLE**
*There were many things Horatio Jackson Carlisle had regretted before he got sick. But now that he was sick, and they wouldn't let him do his job, he had time to think about them. Some of them he couldn't fix. Some of them were unforgivable, and he'd take them in front of God, or whoever he would face when he died. But some of his wrongs could be made right.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 30, 2009 20:48:33 GMT -5
*It was strange: post on Sunday hand-delivered by a steely-eyed young woman in a black and white suit, too attractive to be some man's lackey. The note was urgent and from America. She had flown across the pond to hand it to him. The note didn't make sense but he couldn't say no.
So, that evening, he left with her on her jet back to New York. To the local rags, it was the infamous Chuck Bass going back home with a statuesque blonde.
When they landed, he realized that it was the Hamptons. Then, an hour's drive later, he arrived at a sizable mansion that looked vaguely familiar... So vague it was like he had seen the place in a photo or a book. He stood there, trying to figure it out.*
"This way, Mr. Bass," *said the blonde, standing in front of a door.*
*That was the first time he had heard her say anything more than yes or no. Despite it all being very confusing, Chuck followed.*
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Aug 30, 2009 20:51:06 GMT -5
**HORATIO**
*Behind the door was an older man, harrowed-looking but energetic, dressed in a well-made robe and silk pajama pants. He rose from his chair upon Chuck's entrance.*
"Wondered if you'd show, kid." *He said, smiling.* "Drink?"
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 30, 2009 20:53:43 GMT -5
*It took him a moment to respond.*
"A single malt, if you have it," *he said, still standing.*
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Aug 30, 2009 20:56:19 GMT -5
**HORATIO**
"As it so happens..."
*He slid open a globe that doubled as a table just big enough for a crystal decanter and two glasses.* "Drink of choice."
*He poured two and handed one to Chuck.* "Horatio Jackson Carlisle." *He extended a hand.* "We've met."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 30, 2009 21:00:13 GMT -5
*Chuck firmly shook his hand then took the drink.*
"I'm bad with faces," *he said truthfully.*
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Aug 30, 2009 21:01:34 GMT -5
"You were about this high." *Said the older man dryly, holding a hand as low as it went.* "I was your father's lawyer."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 30, 2009 21:04:47 GMT -5
*He paused. That explained why the house looked familiar but not why he brought there.*
"Well, Bart's dead," *he said simply before taking a drink.*
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Aug 30, 2009 21:05:36 GMT -5
**HORAITO**
"That's why you're here, kid."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 30, 2009 21:07:55 GMT -5
*The glass lingered near his lips as he looked at the man.*
"I don't understand."
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Aug 30, 2009 21:08:48 GMT -5
**HORATIO**
*Horatio coughed for a spell, then sighed heavily and sat down.*
"I wrote his will."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 30, 2009 21:15:47 GMT -5
*Chuck looked at him warily.*
"No, you didn't. It was Rolland Greer."
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Aug 30, 2009 21:18:47 GMT -5
**HORATIO**
*The old man eyed him evenly.*
"I wrote his first will. I changed it when he married your mother, when she died, when you were born, and when he married Lily Van Der Woodsen." *He downed his drink.* "I changed it when Jack Bass approached me with a proposition, and then I washed my hands of it. That's when Rolland Greer came into the picture."
*There was nothing but honesty in his rheumy eyes. He had nothing to hide anymore.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 30, 2009 21:24:56 GMT -5
Jack?
"What? What proposition? What are you talking about?"
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Aug 30, 2009 21:27:45 GMT -5
**HORATIO**
*He raised an eyebrow.*
"Thought you'd be interested." *He rose and retrieved something from his desk. It was a sheaf of papers that he then handed to Chuck.*
"Read it. It's what your father's will was supposed to say."
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