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INT. ROBIN'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Robin, a man in his thirties, picks up a pile of letters next to his recently deceased wife's photo. He begins sorting through them as he walks towards the kitchen. 

ROBIN

(Mumbling to himself)

Bills, junk mail, more bills...

Suddenly, he pauses as he comes across a letter addressed to his deceased wife. Curiosity piqued, he quickly opens it and starts reading.

His expression changes and his eyes widen in shock as he absorbs the contents of the letter.

ROBIN

(whispering)

What the…..?

He rushes back to the living room and frantically dials the number on the letter. We catch a glimpse of the letter, which bears the logo of an estate agency.

As the phone rings, a blend of confusion, shock, and anticipation flickers in Robin's face.

INT. REAL ESTATE OFFICE - DAY

AMY, a young real estate agent, sits behind a cluttered desk surrounded by files and paperwork. The office is quiet, except for the soft hum of a computer and occasional street noise seeping through a slightly ajar window. The phone RINGS, breaking the monotony. Amy picks up the receiver.

AMY

 Good afternoon, RM Properties. Amy speaking, how may I assist you today?

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INT. ROBIN'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM – CONT'D

ROBIN

(on the phone)

Yeah, hi...I, uh, I need some information about a property, apparently in the name of my...my deceased wife, Simi.

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INT. REAL ESTATE OFFICE – CONT'D

AMY

(on the phone)

I'm so sorry to hear that, sir. Could you please provide me with the property details or your wife's full name?

ROBIN (V.O) 

Inaudible 

Amy types on the computer rapidly, searching the database. Her eyes narrow slightly as she finds the record.

AMY

Mr Green, I found the property listed under the name. However, to discuss any details, I need to ensure proper verification. Please visit our office with some identification and proof of your relationship with the deceased.

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INT. ROBIN'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM – CONT'D

Robin's face, already etched with lines of grief and confusion, contorts into anger.

ROBIN: 

(angrily) 

This is ridiculous! She's… was.. my wife! Why can't you just tell me what is it? 

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INT. REAL ESTATE OFFICE – CONT'D

AMY, maintaining composure, tries to calm the situation.

AMY:

I totally understand your frustration, Sir, and I truly wish I could assist you directly. However, our policies are strict about releasing information. It's to protect all parties involved. We require formal proof of ID and a proof of address.

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INT. ROBIN'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM – CONT’D

Robin, overwhelmed by frustration and perhaps grief, SLAMS the phone down. *

ROBIN: 

(muttering to himself)

 This makes no sense... a property?

*The camera lingers on Robin’s bewildered face, the room's quiet amplifying the whirl of questions and emotions, as he stares at the photographs scattered before him.

FADE OUT