In your words ***indeed***
My workout with Tyler was exhilarating. We started off with a little cardio and went straight into the ring for some sparring. The two hour session flew by. After hitting the shower, I headed over to the office of Laura Bower, my ever-efficient accountant. I’d been with Laura for nearly six years when my money grew to amounts that I could no longer Rubber band and stash away after paying taxes. With very little questioning, she set me up with various accounts and investments to grow and secure my money. Laura was the only person who had the closest of an accurate estimate of my worth. I still had stacks buried and stashed for any emergencies that I couldn't think of.
We went through the usual, which is every nook and cranny, each and every crevice of my finances that she controlled. I once heard the rapper, 50 Cent, say that he didn't understand how those who were wealthy at one point and lost it all say they don't know where their money had gone at the hand of its managers because he sat with his accountants regularly to go over his books. Well, we are kindred souls in that respect because I met with Ms. Bower monthly, and in between if necessary, for an account of my money.
“Well, Jacobs, as you can see there are the same expense activities as last month. However, your income has increased 17% from the closings of these contracts from your latest M&A deals,” she pointed out on the projection screen using a laser pointer.
Bower has a team that collectively oversee my affairs, but I prefer talking to just one—the boss because if something goes wrong it's on her head. I liked the software programs she used to create graphs and charts to illustrate my portfolio. It provided a visual.
“And this fluctuating green field? It looks small compared to the other columns.” I pointed with my own laser.
“Your regularly occurring monthly expenses such as your household, staff payroll—personal contractors such as your barber and stylist, my salary, etc. The cause of the fluctuation is your quarterly taxes. Obviously their not paid monthly as are those other expenses, causing a drop and fall depending on which is due.” Bower's voice was strong and projected, as though she knew her shit. That's the way I liked her, a pit-bull in a skirt.
“Oh, and speaking of, I know you expressed wanting to keep a minimum in Ms. Brimm’s account but as you see here...” She clicked to a new screen that provided a more detailed view of one of the expenditure columns. “It hasn't moved since the deposit a few weeks back. You haven’t given the word to do another transfer. I figured either she doesn't know that it's there or doesn't spend immoderately.”
Her brilliant blue eyes met mine when she swiftly turned her head toward me for an answer. Her blonde bouncy micro curls flew through the air.
Bowen was frugal and when I asked her to start moving money into Rayna's account she didn't do so without professional apprehension. I don't know which contractor was most protective over my affairs: her or my attorney, Chesney. I damn near had to pontificate a proposal to have her allocate my money. She knew this was something outside of my normal practices.
“She discovered it last week. And let's just say she wasn't pleasantly surprised. Let's see what type of spender she is based upon the timing in which she expends it. I’ll keep you informed,” I muttered.
Bower holds her hands out defensively conceding to my will. “I won't fight today. Almost all of my clients who are in the habit of doing this, against my sound advice of course, find themselves replenishing faster than they anticipated. She’s known about it for an entire week and hasn’t touched it is a bit unusual, but we shall see.”