Harvard, Wiley & Handelsohn

[Existentially Odd]

"Perhaps Mister Iessan's current contact details, if you've got them handy?" Wiley answered while, either side of him, heads were shaken briefly - until they realised their superior actually did want more than Ben's signature.  The elder continued, ignoring them.

"I assume it's Conner Iessan you're speaking about; our investigators crossed paths with him when we were both looking into the circumstances surrounding Kerr's passing.  Conner seemed quite fond of your partner.  We'll get in touch with him to see how he plans to handle your investment funds, if he's had profit predictions done, that sort of thing.  Don't worry about us keeping tabs on your investment, we pride ourselves on our thoroughness.  We'll call you once all the binding documents are set up, so you can come in and make it all official with your signature," Joseph Wiley smiled, poised with his pen hovering over his notebook while he waited for Conner's details to be provided to him.

[Trillian]

Ben confirmed it was Conner Iessan he was talking about and further supplied Conner's details, before thanking the lawyers for their time.  He was a bit shell-shocked after how quickly things had degraded and then blown up with Ichabod - but there was still the dull roaring ache of anger beating in his chest, like a heartbeat.  It was in his temples, too.  Once everything was arranged, he left the offices, feeling like he'd been through the legal machine and spat out at the other end.  Likely Ichabod felt the same way, only he'd have felt more like a chew-toy rather than like a discarded pebble like Ben was feeling.

Small, hard and cold.