Thanks to Mr. Brown, I was able to diversify my portfolio; moved my money into various accounts, like a checking and savings. Mr. Brown was generous to refer me to a, Phil Brewster, a financial analyst, to even diversify my accounts further into investing it high tech companies, commodities and so on to get more returns on your investment. I have to be frank, I don't have all my money here; I have invested in restaurants, real estate, and yada yada. The list goes on and on; hence the reason why I don't need money. But it is wise to do what you can with what you have achieved in your lifetime (with a chuckle).
Another day and another meeting with someone. Ah life is grand... I came early as usual to scan the personnel if anyone requires my special skills. Again, this place is like the bank, everyone is running around with their heads cut off, screaming into their headsets or on their phones. You would think the stock market crashed or something; hmm, yeah, those were bad times but a lot of people needed my help back then if I remember correctly.
I scan the room and pretty much everyone is in high stress mode; no one is in any pain at the moment; I walk around the room and try my best not to bump into or touch anyone. I make my way to Phil's office with some general help from the public, pointing the way. As I walk up to his door, I scan the room once more to see if there is anyone out there in the bullpen that needs my gifts, with no luck, I opened up the door and walk in.
I am met with the P.A.(Personal Administrator) to Mr. Brewster, she motions me to the chair across from her desk. I sit down and we begin to chat. She introduces herself at PA Victoria Carter, and in so I, introduce myself as well.
"Ah, I see your here to see Mr. Brewster, you are very early today Mr., ah sorry, Dr. Lewdenski", she says.
"By all means, call me Dr. B, most people do", Dr. B suggested.
Well "Dr. B, it's nice to meet your acquaintance; ah, just want to give you a heads up, Mr. Brewster isn't himself today (with a whisper)... he is in a lot of pain today", she explains.
"Pain, what do you mean by pain", Dr. B whispers back.
"I wish I could do something for him, he is a good boss and treats me well", she explains...
"It sounds to me that you like him very much, Ms. Carter", Dr. B whispers back...
Ms. Carter is taken aback by that statement... a moment passes and the defenses of her heart breaks down a smidge... "Yes, I do have feelings for him but he hasn't pick up on any of the cues/signals I have been sending. It seems like he is oblivious or something. I don't know what to do Dr. B", she stammers...
Silence falls and we both hear, Mr. Brewster move around in his office. Time is short, Dr. B looks up and sees Mr. Brewster walking/limping a bit towards to the PA's desk. He stops short and waves me back, guess the back is really hurting him today. I look to Victoria, and I pat her desk and whisper, "perhaps things will change today" with a grin; he gets up and walks away from her desk...
Mr. Brewster escorts me to his office and closes the door. He motions me to the chair in front of his desk and to sit down. He hobbles to his chair and plops down into it hard. With a sigh of relief, he begins by introducing himself and goes through the motions, looking through my file from Mr. Brown. "I see, your here to diversify even further by allocating more funds into high tech firms, commodities, and etc., are you interested in short term or long term gains, Dr. Lewdenski?"
"Call me Dr. B, everyone does; and yes, I am looking for long term gains (with a smile)", Dr. B retorts.
"That's great and all, but you can make a killing in short term if you play your cards well...but you are the boss", Mr. Brewster suggests.
He goes on by asking Dr. B, "how risky are you?"
Dr. B grins for a moment, and then says, "I am ok for risk, I know how the game is played to make money!".
"Ok, I suggest you do both to balance your portfolio, short term: focusing on T-Bills and commodities, while the long term: stocks that pay dividends over time. I would invest in high tech firms, as well as clean energy companies. How does that sound?" Mr. Brewster suggested.
Dr. B ponders for a bit, smiles and says, "Sounds marvelous; sign me up".
Mr. Brewster starts typing on his computer, flipping through screens, and sends something to the printer... "Ok, you have to sign here, here, and there", placing X's where I need to sign to get this moving. He hands me a very stylish pen to sign, and our fingers touches slightly as I grab for the pen.
A jolt of warmth is sent through his finger and courses through his body and focus itself on the pain within; for a brief second or two, the pain is instantly taken away... Dr. B grabs the pen and begins signing his name where the X's are. Mr. Brewster is in awe and taken aback of what just happened. He inquires about it with Dr. B; "what was that?" he asks Dr. B.
"What was what? (with a grin)" Dr. B gives back.
"I felt this intense warmth when you grabbed for the pen, and just for an instant, all my pain was gone. What was that?", Mr. Brewster asks.
