Copyright PostScriptor, 2022
Author's comments will be at the end.
Thanks to Randi for
inviting me to contribute with this clever scenario
, along with the many other authors whose writings I admire.
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That I am writing about this aspect of my life at all is very unusual. In fact it may be somewhat dangerous for me, my family, and other people who are close to me to be identified by disclosing too much. The danger is a consequence of what I describe in this brief history as I joined the ranks of the mega rich.
The other side of this is, that my friend Randi, with whom I attended college, asked me to do it and promised to keep the people and details that could connect this tale to me, as secret and anonymous as possible. Let me put it to you this way: we are currently using advanced 256-bit RSA encryption to communicate, and we have for years now.
That kind of paranoia is now part of my everyday life
Before I begin with my autobiography I want to mention a couple of things that I don't point out every time.
First, since the time that I inherited my wealth, I have had bodyguards. Usually only two of them, but sometimes bolstered if the situation calls for it. Keeping a low profile by having security to protect one's self, without having an army traveling with you is one of the ways that I 'hide' in plain sight. I don't talk about it at every turn in this autobiography, but rest assured, they are there, close, handy. With signed non-disclosure agreements.
The second thing that I want to assure you: when I am describing my sexual life, I regularly use condoms. As much as I love the feel of going bareback with a woman, I have no desire to leave a string of illegitimate progeny around the world due to my, or her, carelessness. I have no intention of being pressured into marriage due to an unexpected pregnancy; something that wouldn't work anyway. And I have little or no desire to find my dick burning or my getting deathly ill from some sexually transmitted malady. Thus far, I have been successful in avoiding either fate.
~~~ Life Before the Day ~~~
Randi was asking for stories about people who suddenly became wealthy. Examples were like some guy in the mid-West who buys a Lotto ticket that wins a multi-hundred-million-dollar prize. That is NOT exactly my story.
In my case, becoming one of the super-rich has actually required me to work harder, smarter and to be responsible for the well being of tens of thousands of people we employed around the world. Of course, being a billionaire has its perks as well.
Obviously, I'm not using my real name, but I'll go by Kevin Walker for purposes of this tale. Changing my name isn't that odd to me; I have several passports in different names. They are all legal and authentic. With the super-wealthy, even governments will cooperate with providing you with legitimate 'false' identities for your protection.
In my case, my family was already damn well off. Not 'rich', but certainly upper-upper middle class.
My father, James Walker, was a cosmetic dentist, very skilled and highly sought out. Needless to say, he could charge a great deal for his services in our wealthy East Coast community.
My mother, Angela Walker, had a degree in accounting with a minor in math. She took calculus as an easy 'A' class for god's sake! She had a CPA (not used for doing audits for many years) and was the CFO (Chief Financial Officer) for a large company that was called a 'Trust', but it was actually just a private company. Not Alphabet/Goggle© or Microsoft© large, but large. And mostly anonymous. We like it that way.
Dad was about 6 feet tall and at the time of our metamorphosis, his hair was salt and pepper (mostly pepper). He is slim and retains his good looks. Not supermodel handsome, but good enough that I'm sure he was fending off women his whole adult life.
Mom, like Dad, is still a fine-looking woman for her age, lean and athletic looking, yet with a ready smile and an outgoing personality that almost everyone finds attractive. I'm sure that she too, like Dad, has had to fend off the periodic optimistic predator.
Having described them, I will merely say that they do not play a huge part in the story, other than the infrequent pieces of advice or in one case, a very important bit of information that I will impart anon.
I was an only child; my parents often indicated that they would have been happy to have more children, but alas, that was not to be. It was suggested that my father had an illness that left him infertile; I only understood these passing comments after I was an adult.
As you might have guessed, we lived in an area rife with other upper-middle-class to lower-rich class people. Doctors, lawyers, successful businessmen, and so on.
Like most of the other children in the neighborhood, I attended private school. There were several private schools in our part of the city, a number of religious schools. My school was a 'preparatory' school that focused on academics to ensure that the scions of the well-off families would be admitted into the top schools of their choice. It was one of the small prestigious colleges that I attended, and I think they did well by me.
An aside to explain a little bit of my day-to-day life.
As a family we would take vacations during the Winter and Spring breaks. During the Winter breaks we would end up either in the mountains skiing, or on some warm beach where we would leave the cold weather behind. During Spring break we would fly off to London, Paris, Rome, or some other destination that would be educational for me (museums, sights and just the introduction to other cultures) and pleasurable for my parents.
But what I did during my summers is the real key to my current wealth. I spent every summer from the time that I was eleven years old with my Uncle Jack.
My Uncle Jack was, simply put, a character. At least that was my first impression.
He was as tall as my Dad, his brother, but he often wore a bushy beard and would dress in old jeans and wool plaid shirts. If it was cold, he had an old sheepskin jacket that was his go to coat.
