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The days leading up to the meeting passed slowly, each one filled with a sense of impending confrontation. My siblings avoided me, their conversations turning quieter whenever I entered the room. My parents tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy, but I could see the strain in their eyes.
On the day of the meeting, I arrived at the office early, my heart pounding in my chest. The family legal counsel was a stern man with a no-nonsense demeanor, and I knew that he would not mince words when it came to the matter at hand.
As the meeting began, I could feel the tension rising in the room, each question and answer adding to the weight of the moment.
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