CHAPTER 1 -- Alice, How It All Began
It's funny how things turn out in life. Yesterday I was a man who was going to celebrate turning 55, and today I'm a millionaire. You see, I knew my parents had saved and put away money since they were married, but I didn't realize the extent of that saving until today.
My dad died a bit over 10 years ago and my mom a couple years after that. They had been married for nearly 50 years. I remember my mom making a big meal on the day they would have had their 50th anniversary and she asked me, her only child, to come eat with her and remember dad. She died a few weeks later, the cancer finally winning, but her stubbornness got her to see that 50-year anniversary; was inspiring.
Well enough of that. Fast forward to today. It's Tuesday morning. A sunny and warm September day in San Diego. I had taken the day off from work. I did not want to deal with any of my manager's crap. The first thing I get, however, is a call from the agent who is currently in charge of my parent's trust fund.
Alice, who I have never met before, but talked with through phone calls, took over from the agent before her when my mom first had the idea to begin saving and investing. I answered the phone and the first thing she did was wish me a happy birthday. She then asked if I would come down to see her at her office to go over the trust fund.
"Your mother was quite a woman" Alice told me as I took a seat at her desk, and as she stepped around it to sit across from me, I couldn't help but notice the nice shape her ass it was in a tight skirt she was wearing. "She and your father started saving and investing right after they found out that your mother was pregnant with you."
"I knew they had an account here with your company", I said. "But I have no idea what it entailed. In fact, the only contact I have had with your company before today was when you called because the earlier agent retired."
"Well Jeff, what started as just putting money aside turned in to investing. Your father was either very lucky to have good and smart friends, or just a pure genius with knowing where to put his money." Alice went on to explain that he started off by loaning money to local people who were looking to begin a business. What ended up was those loans turning into ongoing investments in businesses. Instead of taking payments back for the loan, he became silent partners in several of the invested companies.
"When either the business was sold or went public, the investment, with interest, would come back into the trust," Alice kept explaining. "When he died, your mother told me to stop reinvesting, and just put away everything into an account to draw interest. Now, when you mother died her last order to us was to give you full access when you turned 55. She didn't want you to worry about retirement, and I don't think she believed someone being able to live on Social Security."
"Does the trust still have any investments?" I asked.
"No, the last investment matured and was placed into the trust a couple years ago," Alice replied. "Here is the printout of what the trust is currently worth."
Alice slid a piece of paper across the desk to me. I picked it up and looked at the numbers, my eyes drawn to the bottom where a double underlined amount read $43,237,473.78 in bold print. I sighed, well not actually, it was more like a release of breath held too long. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"There are a couple of documents that need your signature", Alice was saying. I barely heard her. "Then you are the only person who will have access to the account. I can give you all the access codes or help you transfer the money to any bank account you may have."
"I think I would just like it moved to my bank," I told her. "I have some bills I want to pay off and it will make things easier."
Alice smiled and gave a small laugh, and I felt a tingle go through my cock, her smile brightened the room, and her laugh was slightly musical. "I think that would be a good place to start," she said.
Alice made all the phone calls and arrangements in the office with me there. While she did, I gave her a good look over. Mid 30s, about 5'7", and her medium length dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a bun at the back. Dressed in the skirt I noticed earlier with a white button up blouse tucked in and a matching jacket to the skirt was hanging on the rack behind her. The blouse was unbuttoned enough so that I caught a glimpse of cleavage in a white lace bra. A C-cup at least, maybe closer to a D-cup and I thought they fit her physique perfectly.
I was way out of her league. I'm a bit over 6'2" and a complete nerd. Glasses, balding brown hair with nothing but skin and bones. On my best day I'd be a 6, on her best day she'd be a solid 9 and the way she looked now most guys would rate her an 8.5-9. She looked good. But in a form fitting dress with her hair down, damn I wouldn't have a chance with her as long as the other choices were still breathing.
