Mr. Schneidermann studies each person entering the room with an intensity most of them found uncomfortable. This is a reading of the last will and testament of Otto Stjärna, not some criminal judicial case. He is an attorney, after all, an expert at reading faces so his manner is understandable. After everyone is seated, he begins his remarks.
'Thank you all for coming here today for the unsealing of Otto Stjarna's will. I also want to express my gratitude for your willingness to submit the DNA samples for testing Mr. Stjarna stipulated for your attendance here today. Mr. Stjarna wanted to make sure his work to upraise humanity continues. As you are aware, he never discussed his work with anyone. He kept his successes private, but his generosity with people in need endeared him to many while he amassed a sizable fortune; a fortune he intends to fund whoever takes his place.'
Glances are exchanged by those gathered, but not a word is spoken. 'As some of you may surmise, Mr. Stjarna wanted to be certain of the linage of the person inheriting his entire estate.' More glances exchanged. Smiles transformed into consternation.
Mr. Schneidermann picks up a stack of manilla A4 envelopes. 'I hold in my hands your DNA results.' A few of the men lean forward in anticipation. Stjarna's estate is enough to provide each person in attendance a sustainable income for life. 'Only one of you is a complete match to Otto Starna. Lars Dagdrömmare, I have some papers for you to sign. The rest of you may go. Thank you for your time.
'Wait a minute, Schneiderman. Not so fast. Is there nothing in the will for any of the rest of us?'
'I'm afraid not. Sorry. None of you were a familial match to Mr. Stjarna.'
'That cannot be true. I am his brother.'
'And I am one if his sons. This woman is my sister. How can we not be a fam- whatever kind of match you said? Your tests have to be wrong. The lab made a grave mistake.'
'Did you not submit a sample of your hair and a fingernail clipping in addition to the swab of your mouth?'
The men and the woman nodded.
'Each sample was sent to a separate lab as a cross-check of the results. None of them showed anyone but Mr. Dadrommare to be a suitable match. Again, I am sorry.'
Otto's brother continued to protest. 'Dadrommare is not even blood relation. At best he is a family acquaintance. Your tests are wrong.'
'The three top-rated laboratories in the country evaluated the samples. They are not mistaken.'
The young woman stepped forward with tear-filled eyes. 'How on earth can this be?'
'That's a good question. Unfortunately, the only man capable of an answer it is no longer among us. You see, Mr. Stjarna's DNA is unlike any of the accepted models. You might say possessed no verifiable DNA. Mr. Dagdrommare is the same.'
'How on earth is this possible?'
'I agree. How on earth?'
'Thank you all for coming here today for the unsealing of Otto Stjarna's will. I also want to express my gratitude for your willingness to submit the DNA samples for testing Mr. Stjarna stipulated for your attendance here today. Mr. Stjarna wanted to make sure his work to upraise humanity continues. As you are aware, he never discussed his work with anyone. He kept his successes private, but his generosity with people in need endeared him to many while he amassed a sizable fortune; a fortune he intends to fund whoever takes his place.'
Glances are exchanged by those gathered, but not a word is spoken. 'As some of you may surmise, Mr. Stjarna wanted to be certain of the linage of the person inheriting his entire estate.' More glances exchanged. Smiles transformed into consternation.
Mr. Schneidermann picks up a stack of manilla A4 envelopes. 'I hold in my hands your DNA results.' A few of the men lean forward in anticipation. Stjarna's estate is enough to provide each person in attendance a sustainable income for life. 'Only one of you is a complete match to Otto Starna. Lars Dagdrömmare, I have some papers for you to sign. The rest of you may go. Thank you for your time.
'Wait a minute, Schneiderman. Not so fast. Is there nothing in the will for any of the rest of us?'
'I'm afraid not. Sorry. None of you were a familial match to Mr. Stjarna.'
'That cannot be true. I am his brother.'
'And I am one if his sons. This woman is my sister. How can we not be a fam- whatever kind of match you said? Your tests have to be wrong. The lab made a grave mistake.'
'Did you not submit a sample of your hair and a fingernail clipping in addition to the swab of your mouth?'
The men and the woman nodded.
'Each sample was sent to a separate lab as a cross-check of the results. None of them showed anyone but Mr. Dadrommare to be a suitable match. Again, I am sorry.'
Otto's brother continued to protest. 'Dadrommare is not even blood relation. At best he is a family acquaintance. Your tests are wrong.'
'The three top-rated laboratories in the country evaluated the samples. They are not mistaken.'
The young woman stepped forward with tear-filled eyes. 'How on earth can this be?'
'That's a good question. Unfortunately, the only man capable of an answer it is no longer among us. You see, Mr. Stjarna's DNA is unlike any of the accepted models. You might say possessed no verifiable DNA. Mr. Dagdrommare is the same.'
'How on earth is this possible?'
'I agree. How on earth?'
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