Good morning one and all. We are starting off the morning in the 50s today. Apparently the weather is set for a rollercoaster. We get two days of warmth and then it dips down so we once again have the frost Easter expected. It means a week of interesting sinus permutations for me. Pollen and weather shifts. The sinus jackpot. I think I may just ignore the outside world as best I can this week. So let’s start the dive into the interior of the mind with a morning writing prompt. Are you ready? Good because here we go.
Oh something is up with the family. I may have to spend some of my interior time figuring this out. But it looks like it could be fun to play around with. Is it a shady investment designed by the family or to trap the family? Is Scott going to be the only one left with money at the end? So much fun to play with. And why does he feel the need to make sure his cash is out of reach?
Tuesday, April 4th: The risk was just too great.
The risk was just too great. He stared at the paperwork in front of him and knew he would not be investing. ‘The trick is how to tell the others.’
Normally how he invested his money was no one’s concern but his. In fact n one ever actually paid attention to what he did with his funds. He stayed in the background of the family for the most part. Some of his family made certain others knew of their investments and were even sought out for private loans for projects in town. Some of his family frittered their money away on lavish entertainments. They claimed the expenditures led to greater profits. He took a look at the books and knew that was rarely the case. But it kept them happy and left him alone. All he had to do was occasionally show up and occasionally show up to investment meetings and both sides of his large and gregarious family left him alone.
This time felt different.
Scott couldn’t say exactly why it felt different, but there had been enormous interest in his investing in this particular plan, these particular companies.
‘Which means when I do tell them no, I need to have a ready excuse.’
Scott looked to his computer. His finances had long ago been separated from the others. He didn’t care for the risks either side took. There was one account though that he used for his daily expenditures. He was confident that at least one of his family had checked into that account before presenting him with the proposal. The numbers were a little too close, a little too accurate for him to believe someone hadn’t checked.
‘And I shouldn’t have left extra funds there when I knew it was the least secure.’ He reminded himself. As the account he used for everyday things, it would be the easiest to look into. He turned to his computer and pulled up his records.
Believing one transfer was not enough, he transferred the extra out of his account and then transferred it again. He hoped this would put it well out of reach of any snooping. It would mean that this month he would spend only what he needed to with no extras.
‘In fact it would be better if I was seen to buy no extras this month,’ he told himself. His salary was deposited into a different account not monitored by the house. This account tended to be where his monthly interest from the family investments was deposited. With a quick few key clicks, that too was changed. He set up a transfer for next month’s expenditures at the end of this month so he wouldn’t be caught out.
‘After two months anyone watching should see that all of my extra funds are tied up elsewhere.’ He decided that was what he would tell them. That all of his extra funds were tied up elsewhere. No more, no less. He looked to the papers. The risk was too great and the reward, or potential reward too little.
‘I thought they had better sense than that,’ he thought. He tilted his head as a thought occurred. ‘Maybe they are testing my intelligence and market savvy?’ It was a possibility. ‘They could also owe someone a favor.’ That too was a possibility. Either way, he would not be investing and his money was safely out of spying range.
Ten til Midnight 