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"We're sorry Mr. Stark but the clause is iron clad, the files that we recovered-" the practiced civility of the grainy old betas legalese was cut out for Tony's abrasive affront.
"Is complete bullshit- you find this now? How convenient of you to discover this four years in."
How dare they come to him with this, newly recovered files his ass. Dead fifteen years and dear old dad still finds ways to fuck him over from beyond the grave. Tony was beyond pissed he had to be mated to receive his inheritance in the first place, and now suddenly four years into the five year deadline on an apparent 'separation clause' his livelihood is threatened seemingly out of nowhere once again.
"I did what the old man wanted and got hitched- even came out of it with a kid, doesn't that have to account for something?" Tony near growled at the attorney, always less threatening than he'd like it.
"I'm sorry but my hands are tied. If you're not married by the end of the year your shares of Stark Industries will be divided among the head executives and the rest if your inheritance will be liquidated into various charities." The attorney held firm, adding for injury "And frankly, given what I know about the man, I don't think adding a pup into the equation would have made him any less firm in his stance on the matter."
"He doesn't have a stance- he's dead, he can't stand for anything!" Tony snapped, reaching to pinch the bridge of his nose exasperated by this whole ordeal.
"How did you even manage to find something like this?" He sighed, glancing back up at the loyer from across the desk. "The man's been dead over a decade now and- and what, this suddenly just falls out of the sky?"
The man pursed his lips, taking a breath before answering Tony like her were biting his tongue. "An intern was reorganizing some files when apparently-"
"So some punk kid snooping through shit they shouldn't be touching is at fault for uprooting my life, is that it?"
"Mr. Stark, We apologize for the fact that this oversight was made in the first place but we cannot ignore your fathers last wishes. I'm sure all he wanted was for you to be taken care of-"
The beta was cut off again, but this time Tony stood abruptly to leave before he had to listen to any more of the betas incessant droning about his father's outdated prehistoric ideas of what "an omega like him is capable of" for the hundredth time, as if he didn't get enough of that when he was alive.
"Mr. Stark-"
"We're done here, save it for my lawyers."