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"And sign here."
Essie sighed, flexing her hand before signing yet another piece of paper. And these were just the papers to set up the accounts that she could use while she settled here. It was the downside of having all her assets locked up in a byzantine arrangement of investments, overseas accounts, holding companies and anything else her lawyers and accountants could come up with to make it harder for her relatives to even know how much she was really worth, let alone get their hands on it.
"Now," her lawyer Jackson slid the signed papers into his briefcase. "We need to talk about Wakewood Holdings as a whole. If you're going to be in the US for awhile, you should probably involve yourself a little more."
She groaned. "Are you kidding me? Isn't that what I pay you and a dozen other people to do?"
"It is, but if you settle somewhere, sooner or later the board is going to start asking questions and requesting to talk to you."
The barista behind the counter called out, "Bessie! Giant soy extra shot hazelnut latte for Bessie!" Rolling her eyes and standing to retrieve her order, she called back, "It's Essie, I'm not a cow." She wasn't a CEO, either, but Jackson was going to do his best to turn her into one, wasn't he?
With her drink in hand, she returned and reluctantly looked at the papers, at the book of papers Jackson had placed in front of her. Bound in that weird plastic ring thing, it was emblazoned with the Wakewood Holding's logo. Jackson had apparently come very prepared to ambush her with this. "What is this?"
"Briefing documents. The current status of the Holding's companies, current projects and projections for the next year. You should get familiar with it as soon as possible." His phone rang and he looked at the caller ID with a slight frown as he gathered his belongings. "This is a conference call, I'll take it on my way back to the hotel. The realtor will meet you here in an hour, you should start now." Giving her what she was sure he thought was a reassuring pat on the shoulder, he stood to leave, phone still ringing. "You'll do fine, you're a brilliant young woman, Miss Wakewood. I have total faith."
She wished she did.
Essie sighed, flexing her hand before signing yet another piece of paper. And these were just the papers to set up the accounts that she could use while she settled here. It was the downside of having all her assets locked up in a byzantine arrangement of investments, overseas accounts, holding companies and anything else her lawyers and accountants could come up with to make it harder for her relatives to even know how much she was really worth, let alone get their hands on it.
"Now," her lawyer Jackson slid the signed papers into his briefcase. "We need to talk about Wakewood Holdings as a whole. If you're going to be in the US for awhile, you should probably involve yourself a little more."
She groaned. "Are you kidding me? Isn't that what I pay you and a dozen other people to do?"
"It is, but if you settle somewhere, sooner or later the board is going to start asking questions and requesting to talk to you."
The barista behind the counter called out, "Bessie! Giant soy extra shot hazelnut latte for Bessie!" Rolling her eyes and standing to retrieve her order, she called back, "It's Essie, I'm not a cow." She wasn't a CEO, either, but Jackson was going to do his best to turn her into one, wasn't he?
With her drink in hand, she returned and reluctantly looked at the papers, at the book of papers Jackson had placed in front of her. Bound in that weird plastic ring thing, it was emblazoned with the Wakewood Holding's logo. Jackson had apparently come very prepared to ambush her with this. "What is this?"
"Briefing documents. The current status of the Holding's companies, current projects and projections for the next year. You should get familiar with it as soon as possible." His phone rang and he looked at the caller ID with a slight frown as he gathered his belongings. "This is a conference call, I'll take it on my way back to the hotel. The realtor will meet you here in an hour, you should start now." Giving her what she was sure he thought was a reassuring pat on the shoulder, he stood to leave, phone still ringing. "You'll do fine, you're a brilliant young woman, Miss Wakewood. I have total faith."
She wished she did.
