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"Why me?" He asked as he stared at the solicitor.
"Mr Daae only wanted one man and he clearly stated that it was you." He spoke solemnly as though he knew Gustave, when in fact, he had only skimmed over the notes he had.
"But I don't even know the child!" Erik protested, leaning back in the black suede chair.
"She is hardly a child, Mr Destler." The solicitor claimed, his fingers steepled. "She is a girl of..." He skipped through the notes in front of him, "ah! 17."
"So? The girl could buy herself an apartment and care for herself! I don't understand, I only met the man twice and he never mentioned he had a daughter!" Erik knew he was setting himself up to wasn't going to deny a dead mans final wishes; especially one he had come to respect. "Fine." He sighed, leaning over the table and picking up the black pen. "Where do I sign?"
"What do you mean I am expected to live with a man I have never met?" Christine cried, throwing her phone onto the floor in anger. "I know it is a difficult subject, but think of it as a temporary home." A female solicitor pleaded with Christine. "You will stay with Mr Destler for a year at the most." She gritted her teeth and pulled her hair behind her ears. "He is a lovely man," she lied, "and your father wished you to stay with him."
"Why not Nadir?" She asked. "I know Nadir very well."
"Christine, you know he has his son to look after."
"I don't want to." She knew she sounded childish, but she couldn't help herself. What was she supposed to do? Her father had just died and not a day after his death, she had somehow been written off to some-some...creep to be holed up with for a year!
Her father must have respect for the man, she thought. And her daddy wouldn't trust a man with her life unless he was important. Thinking about it, the name Destler rang a bell in her mind but she couldn't place her finger on it.
"To hell with it," she smirked, throwing her hands up in the air. "He will be the one to have to put up with my grieving stage."
When her mother died, Christine had gone through a stage of had cut her hair short, died it many many colours and got her belly button pierced.
She sighed at the thought of her mother. 3 years ago her father had received a call to explain her wife had died in a helicopter accident landing at their holiday home. Christine had been heartbroken and refused to eat for days on end, choosing instead to go out and not come home; she had lost part of her soul that week.
But eventually Christine realised that her mother would have wanted her to be grateful for what she had and go back to the way she was so she washed the dye out and began growing her hair which was now nearing her waist in loose ringlets.(she kept the belly button ring though as a she had grown rather fond of it.)
Her relationship with her father had been nothing but necessity. In their large house, she sometimes needed companionship and so did he. She hardly saw her father, as he was always busy working, earning the food they ate, he would always say. She missed him, but at the same time she was not as upset as one should be when a parent dies.
The solicitor looked at the blonde haired girl sat in front of her. She was fiery and spoilt, however the solicitor held a respect for the girl whom had gone through so much pain in so little time.
With the papers signed, Christine stood, pulled out a spare phone she carried around with her and rang Meg, demanding an emergency shopping trip as she would be moving into a strange mans house.
The solicitor sighed. If only she knew.
Christine Daae and Erik Destler were not going to get on.