Ok, so we’ll start to pick up the pace a little bit now, forwarding through time somewhat as I doubt anyone wants to hear a day by day account of all the little things. This is full of little stuff though, as we’re setting up the next bit of the short story’s arc.
One Year Later…
Susannah and Aislin stood outside, waiting for Mr Stewn again. Susannah was dressed in a comfortable pair of black slacks and a white silk blouse, with a tasteful pair of slingback mules on her feet. Aislin still looked gorgeous as always, her normal demeanour slightly diminished by the fact that she hadn’t fed in a few days. Both women sat and talked amiably, like old friends, as they waited.
“Ms Templeton? Please come in.” Mr Stewn finally said, opening the door to his office. The two women entered and took their seats as indicated. “You’ll be pleased to hear that your investments are doing much better than we anticipated.” Mr Stewn passed over a sheet of paper that gave Susannah a break down of all her investments and how they were performing. Quite well, judging by the number at the bottom of the page.
She smiled brightly at Mr Stewn. “It’s good to see I never have to work again.” She quipped. She had handed in her notice two weeks before with the blessing of both Aislin and The Banker. She passed the portfolio summary back to Mr Stewn. “I had a meeting with The Banker previous to today, and he said he has spoken to you regarding further investments?” she questioned.
“Yes. He has given me some ideas for us to invest in, and a few ideas for capital raising. He also mentioned that it might be worth setting up a foundation or a company or possibly even both. I’m also to extend to you an invitation to our significant investor’s cocktail party next weekend.”
Aislin whistled. “Nice. Lots of rich men there.”
“Exactly. The Banker is hoping that you will meet someone there that’s to your tastes, Ms Templeton. With Aislin’s powers, you will be able to, ah, persuade him into combining your fortunes. Then, that will give you a higher portfolio.”
Susannah nodded. “Very well. Anything else I should know about?”
Mr Stewn handed over a fat package. “On the print out, you should’ve seen a notice that mentioned a spending account. With the amount of money that we’ve managed to make for you, we can now provide you with an every day account based solely off the interest, which is why you no longer have to work. Of course, that interest is taxable, so we’ve placed a portion in another account for those expenses.” Susannah nodded. The Banker had explained all this to her the previous evening.
“Thank you Mr Stewn. I suppose I will be seeing you next weekend then!” Susannah stood up and shook Mr Stewn’s hand, and she led Aislin out of the room. The past year that she had spent with Aislin had taught Susannah confidence, and it showed whenever she interacted with people now. Aislin smiled at her brightly as they left.
“So, a hot young guy, or an almost dead older guy?” she asked, winking at her friend. Susannah laughed.
“I dunno. The Banker did pretty much imply that I’d meet my perfect match at this party, so let’s hope he’s a hot younger guy!” she quipped. They laughed and chatted on their way home, making plans for the party the next weekend.