Could This Be Love - S04 E02

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Could This Be Love - S04 E02

Read Story: SEASON 4 EPISODE 2

Kyle
The phone rang on Kyle’s desk. He frowned,
not needing the interruption. For the last three
days he’d been working twelve hours trying to
get the recommendation done for his company
to purchase EDIT, an electronic records
management application and he was nearly
there.

“Hello. Kyle Watson, Business Strategy Team.
Can I help you?” He replied, the standard
answer whenever an internal call came through
to his desk.

“It’s Reception. There’s a Mister Crowler here to
see you. Says he’s a lawyer.”
Kyle frowned. “I don’t have him in my diary.”

“He says it’s urgent that he speak with you,”
The security guy at reception stated.

“Em, okay. I’ll be right down.”
“Cheers.” The other end of the line went dead.

Kyle headed for the elevator, the frown still
creasing his features, wondering why a lawyer
would be coming to see him. There was nothing
legal he was involved in at work, he knew he
was a pretty well behaved guy, and he knew he
was up to date on his loan payments and all
that.

He entered the elevator and hit the button for
the ground floor, leaning against the wall as he
tried to think of a single reason why a lawyer
would be wanting to see him, but by the time
the doors opened and he reached the reception
desk, he still hadn’t come up with one.
“He’s in there,” The portly security guy
grunted, poking a thumb in the direction of one
of the vacant meeting rooms HR used for
interviews.

Kyle looked over, seeing an elderly man,
around the age of retirement, but there was
something very sharp about him. Maybe the
slicked back white hair, or the black suit, shirt
and tie, but from his initial glance, Kyle
wouldn’t be surprised to find out that this guy
was Lucifers lawyer. He had that supremely
confident look about him.
His frown still on his face, Kyle opened the
door. “Hi. I’m Kyle Watson. Can I help you with
something?”
The lawyer immediately stood offering a
surprisingly warm handshake. “I’m Mister
Crowler, Kyle. Thankyou for agreeing to meet
with me at such short notice.”
“Sure,” Kyle said, closing the door and taking a
seat opposite the old man. “Do you mind if you
tell me straight away what it is you want?

We’ve got three of the Company Directors in
the building today, so it’s kinda busy upstairs.”
The old man nodded.
“Very well. I’m sure you’re wondering why a
lawyer has turned up out of the blue to see you.
It involves an inheritance from a relative and
you’re one of the listed beneficiaries.”
Kyle’s eyes widened at the lawyers words.
“Oh.”
“Not what you were expecting?” Mister Crowler
asked, an eyebrow raised at the expression on
Kyle’s face.
“I didn’t know what to expect, but this wasn’t
even on the list,” Kyle admitted. “Who are we
talking about here? I don’t know of any
relatives of mine that have died.” He frowned
as he thought about it. “Not in the last few
years anyway. Are you sure I’m the right Kyle
Watson?”

“I’m absolutely sure.” The lawyers confident
expression left Kyle in little doubt, confusing
him further.

“So.. Em… Who died?” Kyle nodded.

“For that you’ll have to bear with me for a few
moments while I show you a few files,” Mister
Crowler said, flicking open his briefcase and
removing several Manilla files, placing them on
the desk in front of him. The old mans fingers
tapped for a few seconds on the files before he
cleared his throat.
“Kyle, you are twenty three years old, born on
the 19th of March, correct?” The lawyer’s tone
was precise, factual, and Kyle nodded.

“Yeah.”
“What I am about to tell you may come as a bit
of a shock, so please bear with me.” He flicked
open the first file, containing several photos.
The first was a black and white image of three
babies, wrapped in blankets and woolen hats
and they looked like they were only a day old.
“Babies,” Kyle said aloud, knowing he was
stating the obvious, but if he had fifty guesses at
what was inside the manilla folders, a baby
picture wouldn’t have even crossed his mind.
“Correct,” Mister Crowler replied. “This is a
photograph taken of a set of triplets several
hours after they were born on the 19th of
March, twenty three and a half years ago

Kyle.”
Kyle’s eyes shot up to the old man’s, but the
lawyers gaze was fixed on the photo. His finger
tapped the baby on Kyle’s left.
“This baby was named Katarina.” His finger
moved to tap on the infant on the right. “This
one was named Kara, and the one in the middle
was named Kyle.”
“Yeah, I think you’ve got the wrong Kyle,
buddy,” He said immediately. “I don’t have any
sisters, or twins, or whatever.” He kept quiet
the realisation that the central baby did look
like him in his own baby photos, but Kyle
wasn’t convinced. Babies all looked the same to
him anyway.

“Please, bear with me,” The lawyer said firmly,
moving the photograph to one side. Underneath
the photo was a stack of papers, and Kyle could
see Adoption Certificate written on the top one.
His fingers deftly rotated the document so Kyle
could read it.

His eyes met the lawyers a few seconds later. “I
don’t know anything about this documentation.
I couldn’t tell you if it’s real or false. I know
I’m not adopted though.”
“Is this your birth certificate, Kyle?” Mister
Crowler said, sliding another document in front
of Kyle.
He checked and nodded, frowning as he
wondered why the hell this lawyer could have a
copy of what looked like his own birth
certificate. “Could be, but I don’t know how
you have it.”

The lawyer flicked another document next to
the birth certificate. “This is a name change by
deed poll that accompanies the adoption
certificate,” He continued in the factual, clinical
and emotionless tone, flicking another two
documents in front of Kyle. “And this is your
original birth certificate.”
Kyle forced himself to look carefully at what
was in front of him. He knew that his own
birth certificate was correct and couldn’t see
anything on it that was strange or unusual, so
he began to read the name change document,
and compared it with the adoption certificate.
He could feel a knot in his stomach as he failed
to find any inconsistencies, and with
reluctance, he looked at the original birth
certificate.

He read the name of the baby on the certificate
and his eyes immediately shot up to the lawyers
face, seeing an expression of sadness there,
perhaps even a hint of empathy at the young
man sitting opposite him whose very
foundation was being pulled out from under
him.

“The… The surname?” Kyle stammered.
Mister Crowler didn’t say anything. He simply
slid another photograph across the table, this
time of the three infants, cradled in their
fathers arms. It was a younger version of a
familiar face, known the world over. For the
past few days it had never been off the news.