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Give me a second to check that for you,” the teller said as she peered at the balance on her screen. With a pleasant tone, she added, “Excluding the funds on hold from checks, your current checking account balance stands at $12.68 million.”
“Just sklim off the change and put it into that investment opportunity you mentioned,” Anthea said with an airy lilt in her voice.
Change? How much change could there be?
The teller glanced at the balance again. The change was a cool $680,000.
“Would you like to invest this $680,000?” the teller inquired, barely concealing her astonishment.
Anthea arched an eyebrow slightly, “Didn’t you say my account holds $12.68 million? Use the $2.68 million to invest.”
To Anthea, it seemed as if $2 million was no different from spare pocket change.
Holy cow!
To the wealthy, $2 million was indeed just a rounding error.
“Absolutely! I’ll get that sorted for you right away!” The teller was inwardly doing cartwheels of joy.
After months on the job, she had finally hit the jackpot with this young heiress! A $2 million investment would net her a commission of at least $20,000!
Stepping out of the bank, Anthea hailed a cab and headed towards QuickSend Parcels where Nanson was currently employed
Acquiring this company wasn’t a spur–of–the–moment decision for Anthea..
Having planned ahead, Anthea had already done her homework on QuickSend Parcels a week earlier. The company was a rising star in recent years, but due to the founder’s overseas investments going south, they were strapped for cash. The delivery service was struggling, teetering on the brink of collapse. They had been entertaining the idea of a sale for the past two months.
But with a price tag that no one seemed to agree on and a lack of industry expertise in potential buyers, the sale had been dragging on.
Nanson, with a decade of experience in the courier world, was no novice.
Anthea was convinced that he had the chops to turn the company around!
Twenty minutes later, the cab pulled up to the main entrance of QuickSend Parcels‘ headquarters.
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“Hi there, who are you here to see?” Anthea was stopped by a receptionist as soon as she walked in.
With a warm smile, Anthea replied, “I’m Ms. Yeager, here to see your CEO, Bart.”
This way, please.”
Anthea followed the receptionist’s lead. Soon, they reached the CEO’s office.
The receptionist knocked, “Boss, Ms. Yeager is here.”
“Come in, please.”
Anthea pushed the door open and entered.
Bart, in his fifties, had been so worried about the company lately that it had cost him sleepless nights and turned his hair prematurely white. The express company had only been up and running for a year. While it had initially shown great promise, an overseas investment crisis had thrown a wrench in the works.
With the market increasingly cornered by major courier firms, the business had been bleak, leaving them with no choice but to cut their losses through a sale.
Bart was taken aback to see that his visitor was a girl barely in her late teens. He said, “Are you Ms. Yeager’s assistant?”
Anthea offered a slight smile, “No, I am Anthea Yeager.”
What? Was she Anthea?
“Come on, you’re pulling my leg! Or wait, are you Ms. Yeager’s daughter? Where’s your mother?” His company might be on the decline, but the asking price for a sale was still a hefty sum. Could a teenager afford it?
Anthea pulled a check from her purse and laid it on Bart’s desk, “This is the amount wel agreed upon over the phone. Is the contract ready?”
-Bart blinked in surprise once more.
Anthea continued, “If you’re worried about the check bouncing, you’re welcome to call the bank and verify.”
Bart looked up at her. Could she be one of those trust fund kids?
Cloudcrest was known for its affluent community, teeming with heirs and heiresses with more money than they could spend.
Realizing this, Bart quickly stood up, “I apologize, Ms. Yeager. I was out of line! Please, have a seat.”
“It’s fine,” Anthea said, settling onto the couch.
Bart retrieved the contract he had prepared in advance, “Please take a look and let me
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know if there’s anything you’d like to change.”
There was no business without a bit of cunning.
Bart had two contracts at the ready.
One was clean as a whistle, and the other was riddled with loopholes that could allow him
to claw back into the company as a shareholder if it ever hit it big again.
