Luke was sitting in his office looking over the latest requisitions for the academy when the comlink built into his desk beeped.
"Sir, there's someone here to see you."
"Who is it, Tionne?"
"He won't tell me his name, but he says that he's a lawyer." Tionne replied.
Luke furrowed his brow in confusion. He reached out with the Force but sensed no deception.
"Send him in.," he said. Luke put the requisitions away as the man walked in. He was a little shorter than Luke with dark hair and small eyes. He wore a suit that indicated he was a very high priced lawyer. "How can I help you?" Luke asked.
"My name is Tarith Maktor." He extended his hand and Luke shook it. Tarith was carrying a rather large briefcase. He put the case in one of the chairs in front of Luke's desk and sat in the other one. "I am with Charil, Amhurst and Tai. We represent several high profile clients."
"What does that have to do with me?" Luke asked.
"One of our clients was your father." He said. Luke's eyes widened. Tarith continued. "About a year before his death, your father drew up a will. He said that he wanted to make sure that his money and his belongings did not get into the wrong hands. He said that he wanted to leave everything to his sole surviving family member. Obviously he did not know about your sister at the time."
"But, if I was supposed to get everything after he died, why didn't you find me immediately after Endore?" Luke asked.
"There were two stipulations in the will. One was that we had to wait until your thirty fifth birthday. It did, however, take us a little while to find you. The other is that you are not allowed to tell anyone about what you will receive for five years from the date you sign the paperwork."
"Doesn't sound too bad." Luke noticed that Tarith laughed slightly. "So, what are we talking about here?"
"He said that all but one of his properties was to be sold to the highest bidder and the money was to be split into five separate accounts all in your name. The one property that we were not allowed to sell was a large part of a town called Mos Espa. Apparently he had bought these properties mainly to get back at someone. He said that he wanted you to have them because you were raised there."
"How much money did he leave me?" Luke questioned.
"As I was saying, the money was divided into five separate accounts. It comes to a grand total of eight five billion credits. Seventeen in each account." Luke's jaw dropped and he almost fell out of his chair.
"He expected me to be able to keep this quiet for five years?" Luke said. "That must have been Vader talking." Luke noticed Tarith's confused expression, but ignored it. "So, where do I sign?" It took several minutes before all of the necessary papers were signed.
"There's one more thing." Tarith said. "We need a fingerprint scan."
"Okay." Luke said.
"The unusual thing about it is the fact that about six months later he came in and requested a left hand scan. We usually scan the right hand."
"You said that he came to you about a year before his death?" Tarith nodded.
"That would be because about six months after he came to you the first time would be about the time that he cut off my right hand."
"That would explain it." Tarith said. After the scan was completed, he handed Luke a datacard. "There is one loophole in the will, though."
"What's that?" Luke asked.
"The will states that you have to keep this from those closest to you for five years. It doesn't say that you can't tell anyone. According to this, you could tell a complete stranger and have them tell your family and you would still be adhering to the requirements of the will."
"I think I'll just keep it a secret." Luke said.
"Have it your way." Tarith replied, then he turned and left.
"How am I supposed to keep this much money a secret for five years?" Luke asked allowed. He sighed in frustration, then picked the requisitions back up.
"At least I'll be able to get everything I need now."
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