The Wealth Transfer, Tyrone Vincent Banks [i have read the book a hundred times .TXT] 📗

brash decisions - get it done!"

Chase slammed the phone down and poured another drink.

One week later the broker called back.

Chase answered; "Is it safe to talk?"

Chase turned and wheeled his chair to the window and peered out. He didn't notice that his assistant walked in and stood silently waiting for acknowledgement.

Chase shouted; "Of course I bought XSAVR when you told me to! What!! How is that possible? You said that this plan was fool-proof! I purchased one million dollars of that stock? I don't know what it was at, I trusted you! You mean to tell me that I paid one million dollars for XSAVR and now I only have one hundred dollars? Can't you check yourself and see that the order went through? You don't want to get involved? You are involved! You've ruined me! You're fired!!"

Chase slammed the phone down and stood in front of the large window. For a fleeting moment he envisioned his lifeless body crashing through the window and plummeting ten stories down onto the pavement.

"Mister Chase?”

Chase turned quickly to his assistant and shouted; "What do you want?"

"Sir..."

"Spit it out you imbecile!"

"Sir, do you remember that day when you told me to buy one million shares of XSAVR?"

"Of course I do, and like an idiot you did it without asking any questions? They're going to have your hide boy?"

"Well sir, I kind of made a slight error."

"A slight error, you call losing over a million dollars a slight error?"

"Sir, I didn't do what you said...I knew that you weren't thinking straight and you were slightly intoxicated."

Chase's tone softened; "So you didn't place the order?"

"No sir, I did not."

"Uh...mister...?"

"My name is Chuck, sir...Chuck Wilson..."

"Chuck, you've got the job!"

"What job sir?"

"Wilson, you're my new permanent assistant! I've worked with over twenty assistants in the last year and you’re the only one with a backbone! Welcome to the company!"

With that statement Chase began to shake the young man's hand before giving him a gold key. He pointed to a door to his right. Wilson walked over to what he thought was a closet, but upon opening the door he was amazed. His new office was everything that he could have imagined and more!

***

In the afternoon, Chase and Wilson headed towards the elevator. Once they were in the elevator, Chase announced; "Where to?"

"Well sir..."

"Call me Chase, you've earned it Wilson..."

"Chase, we have a new portfolio that we have been chosen to manage..."

"I love new accounts! Where are they from?"

"Well sir, you've heard of Exxavier of course..."

"Of course! That company is a has been! The investors sucked that company dry!"

"However, a few investors profited from that venture and the company has changed hands recently. The CEO allowed the investors to purchase a controlling stake in the company and the investor with the most shares has become the new CEO."

"What's his name?"

Wilson checked his PDA for a moment and sighed; "That would be one Stephen Sparks!"

Chase laughed and responded; "I like the sound of his name! He must be one Savvy investor! Where's his office?"

Wilson responded; "He's about three floors above your office in the penthouse."

"Excellent! What is his portfolio worth?"

Wilson checked and answered; "He's at about 10 million right now...he bought and sold and then bought other shares in a few local companies...he made all of the right moves!"

"Sounds great...let's go down stairs for a shine before the meeting."

"Do we have time for that sir?"

"Wilson, this client has enough money to buy more than three quarters of my company and my building! We want to look our best! Also, I still get a bit of guilty pleasure in telling Ol' Sparky about my adventures. That man's almost sixty and he's shining shoes in the lobby! I need to motivate him to do better!"

"Chase, that's not really nice..."

As the elevator doors slid open, Chase smiled and stated, "I know...that's why I do it!"

As they walked towards the shoeshine stand they noticed that it was closed for lunch. Chase walked over to the security guard.

"Where's Sparky?"

The guard replied; "He was here this morning and then he went upstairs. Maybe he's on lunch?"

"That man can’t afford to buy lunch in this building!"

The guard smiled and nodded politely.

"Alright then, come on Wilson, let's go and meet our new client!"

Chase and Wilson re-entered the elevator and headed up to the penthouse. They approached a large door just as the maintenance guy was polishing the new plaque on the door.

Wilson read the plaque; “Sparks International…sounds catchy!”

They walked over to the receptionist and she led them to a large office at the end of a long corridor. As they walked in, there was someone sitting in a large chair with his back turned to the door. He was looking out of the window.

The receptionist announced; "Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Mr. Stephen Sparks!"

The chair spun around and a tall African-American gentleman wearing a tailor-made suit and shirt extended his hand to the two executives.

Chase was speechless, but he managed to say; "Sparky...is that you?"

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Text: © 2009,Tyrone Vincent Banks
Publication Date: 12-02-2009

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Dedication:
Dedicated to God.