You open the door cautiously to see a stranger on your doorstep. It is a rather pudgy man with a monocle and slicked down gray hair, wearing a formal suit and bow tie, and carrying a briefcase. Before you can say anything, the man thrusts a card-sized paper with some writing on it at you.
"Good day, Miss, I assume you are the grandchild of the gentleman indicated here?" the man asks immediately.
"Yes, but..." you respond slowly after seeing your grandfather's name on the paper.
"According to the will of the deceased, we, the law firm of Seenoevil, Hearnoevil, and Speaknoevil, have been entrusted with this document, and have been directed to deliver it to his granddaughter upon his death," the man hands you a manila envelope without even missing a beat, which you accept in your confusion, unable to make sense of the situation. "This concludes our business, have a nice day."
You look at the blank envelope, turning it over in your hands for a clue as to what is inside, but there are no marks on the outside of the envelope. The size is that of a normal legal-sized envelope, and there is no wear and tear to indicate age. You finally look up as you come to your senses.
"Wait, are you sure this is for me--" you begin to ask, but as you look up, you see a dark, tinted car drive away. For a moment, you wonder if you should try to look up the law firm and call them, but they did seem to know about you, and -- let's face it -- you are now curious. If there was something else your grandfather wanted to leave you, why didn't he just have it delivered with the rest of his estate, like the receipt?
At last, your curiosity wins out, and you take the envelope back into the bedroom, where you uncover the items you retrieved from the store. Then, you open the envelope and examine its contents.