A New Beginning and Beyond Book 1 - In the Beginning
Copyright© 2018 by Wojtek
Chapter 58
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 58 - With a second chance, Barnim begins on his second life. Redoing his life won't be a walk in the park. The aliens give him a new possibility, but somewhere along the road, life throws him an unknown, and very unexpected curve. Follow along on that adventure. Not all categories will be revealed and not all will be full time aspects of the story.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Aliens DoOver Time Travel Cheating Interracial Size Violence
The weekend went by quickly and quietly. It was basically two days of going to work, cleaning the house and yard work.
The first day back at school showed me this was going to be a grind, as the fact that the next month or so wasn’t in essence necessary would make it difficult to pay attention in class. One good thing was knowing I only had one actual class during the day. Civics and Economics were only a semester long, so I had replaced them with something else as there were only so many classes I could take for just a semester.
I ended up with another PE class, so Home EC was now my last class of the day. It meant that I now had a PE class before and after lunch, forcing me to take two showers a day at school as the Home EC teacher didn’t really take to a male entering her sea of estrogen. It was going to be an OK class, mostly cooking and baking, with a little bit of sewing. I just needed to survive her barbs and snide comments for 2 months.
1st Sgt Gibbs informed me that my day of increased torment would be on the 21st. I was not looking forward to whatever he had planned.
The rest of the week fell into a routine, however there was a new twist thrown into it. Home EC required me to bring in foodstuffs for class. This meant I’d have to stop at Zach’s grocery store in the morning before school.
Kickboxing was open again since Master Boripat had come back from his trip. Other than practicing my technique, I was going to be used as a sparring partner for anyone that had a fight coming up.
Mr. Singh continued being available to help me meditate and center myself in chaotic and cluttered environments. One specific thing he began to show me was how to center myself while still being aware of what was going on around me. This was good for when I was somewhere that I just couldn’t relax but still needed to center myself. I knew this would come in handy in the future.
I again started to contemplate something that I just couldn’t figure out how to deal with. It was frustrating trying to come up with a way to try and stop 9/11 from happening. Though I wondered what would happen if I was able to stop it, what would the repercussions for that be. The movie Butterfly Effect keep popping into my head. If I was able to stop it, what would that result in happening elsewhere.
After waking up on Saturday, I realized during my run that I needed to get some cleaning and laundry done before my meeting with the second financial advisor.
I spent most of the morning cleaning my room and doing laundry, then laying out what I was going to wear before taking a shower. After getting ready, I went and hopped in the truck, setting out to brave the Atlanta traffic. This time it was to the East side of Atlanta to George’s Bar and Restaurant.
Walking in, it became apparent that this was my kind of place. It was a bar with booths and neon beer lights everywhere. The bartender told me to take any booth and the waitress would be over in a moment. I only had to wait a few minutes before who I guessed was Heidi walked in and then walked up and introduced herself.
“You must be Barnim. I’m Heidi Terho.” I stood up and shook her hand.
“I am and it’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you as well.”
We sat down and began looking at the single page menu. It was just like the menu at Waffle House. Heidi pulled out an envelope which I saw had my name written on it.
“My father wanted me to give this to you. Can you do me a favor?”
“I think so.”
“Can you wait till after we have our meeting to open it?”
“Yeah, I can do that. Any reason why?”
“Just want to deal with this and not some other issue.”
We ordered mozzarella sticks and spinach dip to begin with.
“So, Heidi, my first question is why didn’t you go work at Fidelity for your dad?”
“That’s a simple answer. I wanted to succeed on my own, without the stigma of being hired by my dad.”
“I get that. You want to do it on your own hard work and merit.”
“Exactly.” They brought out the appetizers and drinks at that moment, so we took a pause in our conversation.
“So, what’s your strategy for investing?”
“Well, I have a base strategy and then there’s an in-depth conversation with the client after which I craft the two together for a strategy tailored to their needs.”
“I can see that as a good way to do things. So how many clients do you have at this time?”
“For the first two years, my supervisor and mentor is capping me at 5 clients on top of the pension funds I will manage. After that, if I can handle it, I’ll be able to have as many as I feel comfortable managing.”
“That sounds like a probationary period. What I’m looking for is a financial advisor to have a long business relationship with. My outlook is to invest in a couple of specific things and then letting the advisor manage the rest of my portfolio to diversify.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, how much are we talking about?” Seeing we had finished our appetizers; the waitress came back and took our order.
I tried something different that just popped out to me. The restaurant had the option of replacing any burger patty with an all-lamb patty. So, I got a Canadian bacon and Swiss burger with a lamb patty, although to me it was a ham and Swiss burger. Canadian bacon isn’t bacon, it’s ham as far as I’m concerned. We got back to the conversation after the waitress left.
“I don’t mind you asking, as it will help you provide me with a clearer plan of how you would operate. I’m looking at investing about $150K in a couple of stocks and about $75K to diversify the portfolio to start with. I already have 150 shares in a company.”
“Just how did a teenager your age get that much money?”
“A Settlement, though I don’t have control of the money at the moment. My birthday is in March, and I gain control of it at that time.”
The food showed up, and the lamb burger wasn’t bad. It didn’t look like it would become a staple of my diet though. We kept going as we ate.
“So, I think that we can start a relationship that will benefit us both and I’m willing to give a couple breaks at the beginning.”
“I’m guessing you’re talking about the commission.”
“Yes. We would have a service contract where you’ll be locked into having me as an exclusive financial advisor for 5 years.”
“I’m planning on enlisting in the Marine Corps within the year. They offer bonds and I want to know if that would that be a violation of the contract. Plus, I going to have a IRA through the bank that I end up going with.”
“I’ll make sure those two things are specifically excluded in the contract.”
“Good. If you draw up the contract like we discussed, you can send it to my lawyer for review. Once I turn 18, I’ll sign and then within about a week the funds will be made available.”
“What I’ll do is draw up a 5yr contract. When that’s up we can negotiate a new one, or either of us can decide to explore other options. What I’m going to offer is 2.5% commissions for trades under $75K, and 1.75% for investments over that. On top of that there’s an annual maintenance fee that will be spelled out in the contract.”
“That sounds good to me.”
“I’ll send it over so when you turn 18, we can finalize the deal.”
“So, I forgot to ask a couple of questions that seem like I should have asked then. So where did you go to school?”
“I got my MBA from the Wharton School of Business. It’s at the University of Pennsylvania, where I got my Bachelor’s degree.”
“Isn’t that considered an Ivy league school?”
“Yes, it’s an Ivy league school.” I could tell I probably shouldn’t have said that last comment.
“Well, having you as a financial advisor is probably the closest, I’ll ever get to an Ivy league school.”
We finished our lunch and parted. I opened the envelope as I sat in the truck. It held $250 and there was a note.
Mr. Badzinski
I’m sorry for your horrible experience with my employee and hope that you’ll forgive me for sending him to you. The money enclosed is repayment for what you expended on the meeting. I hope that you find what you are looking for.
Mr. Terho
Well, that was extremely generous of him, though I expect the douche bag is going to have to pay that money back. I made a mental note to let Heidi know that the envelope was nothing for her to worry about.
It was back to business as usual for a while. School didn’t totally blow, though Mrs. Corbett kept hassling me about being a male in Home EC. My response was how good my wife would be when she came home from work and there was a good cooked meal waiting. There was no response and going forward she let up a little on giving me a hard time.
1st Sgt Gibbs was needling me before and after every class about destroying me later this month. I think he was really going to try and kill me this time. I knew that day was going to end with me sore and probably with some injury.
Mr. Pope was kind of two minds when I came into work. He was excited for me that I would soon be enlisting but then he was sad to see me go and having to find somebody to replace me. I was glad to hear that he thought that I was one of the best employees he’d had. He wanted to know if I knew of anybody that would be looking for a job, which I didn’t.
The morning of the 21st arrived and I got ready for my beat down. I figured that today was going to be brutal, so I skipped my morning run. Instead, I did a long stretching routine hoping that could at least stave off a major injury.
When I got to work, Mr. Pope looked at me and laughed.
“Oh, I feel sorry for you. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be you when 1st Sgt arrives.”
“I’m guessing that you won’t clue me in on what’s going to happen today?”
“Nope, I wouldn’t want to lessen the anxiety you have, or the surprise.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you.”
“I’m such a nice guy. He’ll be here at noon, so you’ll get off a little early.”
“Just awesome.”
The morning was pretty slow as it was basically moving stuff around the warehouse, cleaning and getting ready for a big shipment next weekend.
1st Sgt Gibbs showed up early and was heckling me while I was still sweeping.
“Look at you, can’t even push a broom right.”
I stopped and looked at him, there were a couple more comments before I’d decided I’d had it.
“Care to come over here and show me how it’s done?”
Without a word he turned around and left the warehouse. It was about 20 minutes later when it was time to go and begin my demise. I clocked out and went to the truck. 1st Sgt Gibbs leant against it with a grin on his face waiting for me.
“You got all your stuff in the truck?”
“I do.”
“Well, go put your fatigues and boots on.” Going back in to change, I had a damn good idea of what was going to happen. After changing, I headed back out.
My tailgate was still open, and my rucksack was sitting there. It was a really good thing I’d skipped my run this morning.
“Put the pack on, we don’t have all day.” Just as I was getting the pack cinched up the instruction came.
“So, from here to the football field is just over 10 miles. You’ve got an hour and 45 minutes. If you don’t make it in that time frame, you’ll have to walk back to your truck. Best get moving.”
He handed me a bottle of water, got in his car and drove off. I had no choice but to get moving. I moved out, staying on the asphalt as much as possible although oncoming cars made that impossible at times. Semi-rural Georgia didn’t have gutters like built up areas, so drainage ditches aren’t really the best for walking.
It was about twenty minutes in when the music started in my head again. This time it was a little more intense and aggressive. A mix of CCR and AC/DC. Settling into what I thought was a slightly faster pace than what I needed, the music kept me moving. Glancing back occasionally, I figured that 1st Sgt Gibbs would be circling around to make sure I was OK. Nope, never once saw his car during the march.
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