"Give me a second to check that for you," the teller said as she peered at the bnce on her


    screen. With a pleasant tone, she added, "Excluding the funds on hold from checks, your current


    checking ount bnce stands at $12.68 million."


    "Just skim off the change and put it into that investment opportunity you mentioned," Anthea said


    with an airy lilt in her voice.


    Change? How much change could there be?


    The teller nced at the bnce again. The change was a cool $680,000.


    "Would you like to invest this $680,000?" the teller inquired, barely concealing her astonishment.


    Anthea arched an eyebrow slightly, "Didn''t you say my ount holds $12.68 million? Use the $2.68


    million to invest."


    To Anthea, it seemed as if $2 million was no different from spare pocket change.


    Holy cow!


    To the wealthy, $2 million was indeed just a rounding error.


    "Absolutely! I''ll get that sorted for you right away!" The teller was inwardly doing cartwheels of joy.


    After months on the job, she had finally hit the jackpot with this young heiress! A $2 million


    investment would her amission of at least $20,000!


    Stepping out of the bank, Anthea hailed a cab and headed towards QuickSend Parcels where


    Nanson was currently employed


    Acquiring thispany wasn''t a spur-of-the-moment decision for Anthea.


    Having nned ahead, Anthea had already done her homework on QuickSend Parcels a week


    earlier. Thepany was a rising star in recent years, but due to the founder''s overseas


    investments going south, they were strapped for cash. The delivery service was struggling,


    teetering on the brink of copse. They had been entertaining the idea of a sale for the past two


    months.


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    But with a price tag that no one seemed to agree on and ack of industry expertise in potential


    buyers, the sale had been dragging on.


    Nanson, with a decade of experience in the courier world, was no novice.


    Anthea was convinced that he had the chops to turn thepany around!


    Twenty minutester, the cab pulled up to the main entrance of QuickSend Parcels'' headquarters.


    "Hi there, who are you here to see?" Anthea was stopped by a receptionist as soon as she walked


    in.


    With a warm smile, Anthea replied, "I''m Ms. Yeager, here to see your CEO, Bart."


    "This way, please."


    Anthea followed the receptionist''s lead. Soon, they reached the CEO''s office.


    The receptionist knocked, "Boss, Ms. Yeager is here."


    "Come in, please."


    Anthea pushed the door open and entered.


    Bart, in his fifties, had been so worried about thepanytely that it had cost him sleepless


    nights and turned his hair prematurely white. The expresspany had only been up and running


    for a year. While it had initially shown great promise, an overseas investment crisis had thrown a


    wrench in the works.


    With the market increasingly cornered by major courier firms, the business had been bleak, leaving


    them with no choice but to cut their losses through a sale.


    Bart was taken aback to see that his visitor was a girl barely in herte teens. He said, "Are you Ms.


    Yeager''s assistant?"


    Anthea offered a slight smile, "No, I am Anthea Yeager."


    What? Was she Anthea?


    "Come on, you''re pulling my leg! Or wait, are you Ms. Yeager''s daughter? Where''s your mother?"


    Hispany might be on the decline, but the asking price for a sale was still a hefty sum. Could a


    teenager afford it?


    Anthea pulled a check from her purse andid it on Bart''s desk, "This is the amount we agreed


    upon over the phone. Is the contract ready?"


    Bart blinked in surprise once more.


    Anthea continued, "If you''re worried about the check bouncing, you''re wee to call the bank and


    verify."


    Bart looked up at her. Could she be one of those trust fund kids?


    Cloudcrest was known for its affluentmunity, teeming with heirs and heiresses with more


    money than they could spend.


    Realizing this, Bart quickly stood up, "I apologize, Ms. Yeager. I was out of line! Please, have a


    seat."


    "It''s fine," Anthea said, settling onto the couch.


    Bart retrieved the contract he had prepared in advance, "Please take a look and let me know if


    there''s anything you''d like to change."


    There was no business without a bit of cunning.


    Bart had two contracts at the ready.


    One was clean as a whistle, and the other was riddled with loopholes that could allow him to w


    back into thepany as a shareholder if it ever hit it big again.