The room was at the far end of the long hallway, separated from the lawyers’ offices by their library which Jasmine assumed was filled with books about law. From the appearance of all the leather bindings that she spotted as they walked by, she was sure of it. The space he took her to rather looked like a conference room with a long, oval wood table in a deep brown stain. At the end of the room, on one wall, was a large white board and as Cornelius Howe directed her to one of the tall burgundy, leather chairs right in the middle, she took her seat, facing it. Looking up, she spotted a projector and waited.
He fiddled with something behind her and then walked to her side, handing her a remote. “My instructions say you are the only one to view this particular video, Miss Jasmine. After I leave, hit play.” Before she could respond, he left, closing the door quietly behind him.
The whole experience felt a bit surreal but she figured she was here to do whatever needed to be done. Plus, she rather hoped to get the hard stuff out of the way and spend the rest of her month vacation checking out the greater London area. It had been a long time since she was here and there were butterflies in her stomach. Deciding they were from excitement for her time in England rather than nervousness at her grandmother’s strange machinations, she lifted the remote. “All right, Grandmother, let’s see what you’ve got to say.”