Climbing into my F250, I decided to go for a short drive. The sun was out and it was a beautiful warm 29deg (
85F)
. Like on autopilot, I found myself outside café 47. "Excellent idea F-truck -- let's go see Mike, grab a coffee and chill out a little."
Well, that was the plan. Mike, was having none of it. We talked out front in the sunshine for ages, till the messages started to come in -- Adam, then Troy, one of the guys I was on shift with before heading overseas.
AY: YOUR BACK WTF!
JS: hey ads yep
AY: where u what u doing
JS: C47 w mike
JS:b home in 20
AY: excitd 2 c u buddy
TB: Jamie.. you quit?
JS: hey Troy yep its time
TB: the boys want to have a beer
JS: sure where when
TB: Sun night at golf club 1900h
JS: sweet look forward to it
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It was time to get this shit sorted - enough stressing around. Pulling into the carpark of my account's office, I was strangely calm - which is a good thing, seeing I've been stressing over this for almost a month or more now, I guess.
"Hey Avery, how are you doing, sir?" I shook his hand while walking into his office.
"Jamie, please... Sir? I've known you since you were 10 years old."
I felt a little coy - yeah Avery had known me and my family for years. Dad and mom used him to help manage all their financial matters, so he was the right person to help with all this stuff.
"Sorry, just a habit. It's just I'm freaking myself out. I have no idea what I am so worried about but..."
Stateside, Ben and I had called Avery. He sent me a list of stuff to request and email over once I had it filled in, etc. Ben threatened me with the whole 'do as Avery asked, or he will send the email to Avery himself if I didn't.' Oops, okay Ben, I get it. By the time I got to Oz, Avery had the list of documents ready to sign. Made it very easy, thank fuck.
"Ok, Jamie, so firstly you need to relax a little, well a lot! You're not being audited, not accused of fraud, tax dodging. You are doing exactly the right thing with your affairs, so relax." Avery stood, heading over to the paneled cabinet on the other wall. "Do you want a drink of something, you know, to calm you down?"
"Thanks, Avery. I'm all good, but thank you. Umm, it doesn't seem much or enough to say it, but, thanks! You don't know how much hearing you say it's all sorted puts me at ease."
"That's why I'm here. Sure you don't want a drink? It's after 6."
"Yeah, ok. One, thanks."
After sipping a single glass of Glayva Whisky Liquor on ice, I remarked, "Damn, that stuff is nice! I'm sure it would get you on the wrong side of drunk in hurry too, hmm."
Avery just smiled back, with an all-knowing smile. I can see why he and dad have always got on so well - they know the art of saying loads by saying, well, not much at all.
"So, Jamie, I need you to read through these documents," he said while handing me the large blue folder. "Make any notes you want on this pad. Also, use those post-it notes. I'll go work in the other office for a bit. You come and get me when you're ready, ok?"
"Thanks," I replied. I read through the pile of papers - it was pretty easy to follow. It didn't take me long to get the basic concept, probably 10-15 minutes tops.
Avery timed it perfectly. As I looked up from the papers, he wandered back in, looking for something on his desk.
"Hey, I think I understand it. Can I run it by you?"
"Sure. Fire away."
"Fire... funny."
"I thought so."
"As I understand it, monies made by the assets in the trust are pay out-disbursed as per the list in section 2, right?"
"Yes. And if in the future, Jamie, when/if you become a parent, they will be taken care of in that section. That make sense?"
Hmmm, kids. "Yeah, thanks, Avery. Have to say, I haven't thought about kids, but..."
"But that is what you pay me for. Who knows, right? I'm sure Rob and Kate would love more grandkids."
"Yeah, they live for the grandkids. Dad says it's payment for putting up with us as kids. Thanks again, Avery. It's awesome, and from what I understand, it falls in-line with the wills Ben and I made just after our wedding?"
"Spot on. This works hand-in glove-with your wills, so there are no issues there."
"Thanks so much. I appreciate all of this, really do."
Avery walked me out of the office, talking about how his son and daughter-in-law just had their first child. He was... IS ... A very proud granddad too.
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I climbed into my truck, checking the time in Texas. Hmm... yes - Ben should be on his way home or at home by now. We'll let's see, hey. Clicking on his number, I was counting the rings. He picked up on the 4
th
.
"Hey skip, what's good?"
"It's so good to hear your voice, Ben. Just leaving Avery's, it's all sorted pretty much!"
"Great, that's great! See you didn't have to stress so much."
"Yeah, I know that now. Sorry for being a pain in the ass. Anyway, what are you up to?"
"Just home, about to shower then go to bed. Hey sexy Aussie man, what else needs sorting? Anything?"
"So, my truck. Half a 20ft shipping container of my things. The truck is the only thing I'm unsure what to do with."
"You're either going to have to sell it, or give it to someone... your dad or...?"
"Yeah, I think I'll have to sell it. It's not my dad - he's pretty much said that too. He's enjoying the Mustang too much, lol. Or Mom is."