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The real estate dossiers were quite elegant. Full color, multi-page portfolios with lots of pictures and lots of luxury features like floor to ceiling windows, rooftop access, and absolutely gorgeous bathrooms.

We spent a couple of hours looking over several apartments throughout Manhattan, all in very ritzy areas and all with spectacular views. I could even get a place in the Trump Tower if I really wanted.

We could also branch outside of Manhattan, such as going to the Hamptons. Helen also let me know that I had the option of moving into Tayo Robinson's old place.

But the idea of living in the house of a father I never knew quietly creeped me out. I might want to visit it before everything got packed up, but I couldn't live there.

I finally got a break to just zone out in front of the television while Helen made a series of phone calls. We would be house hunting tomorrow.

As it turned out, I completely ignored the program I was watching and instead thought about just which big screen High Definition flat screen I wanted to get.

Afterwards, we inventoried everything I owned, mostly to set things up for a move. Much of my furniture would be sold off or otherwise replaced with a brand new interior decoration once I had a new place picked out.

A part of me felt sad over my meager possessions and the idea that they would no longer be mine very shortly. However, this was more than made up by the giddy notion that I was about to embark on a very big shopping spree.

True, a professional designer would likely be making many of the artistic decisions, but I was still the one buying a multi-million dollar apartment and all the furnishings.

Helen and I walked over every inch of my (now) seemingly very small place. No item was left un-cataloged to ensure it got routed into its proper box and then destination for later. Now I'm not a short guy by any means; but Helen was just as tall as I was. If I had let her keep her heels on, the blonde would be towering over me.

And as we continued around the place she eventually removed the black business jacket. My eyes bugged out for a moment once I realized that this girl was absolutely STACKED, her large breasts actually having to be held down by a full bra inside her blouse and making her appear extremely top-heavy over a thin waist.

I wondered, and not for the first time, how Miss Cooper ended up a personal assistant instead of a lingerie model or some other career equally appreciative of her beauty. Or maybe this particular agency was the kind of business I would want to do a lot more business with.

Still, despite her physical attributes, Helen was nothing but professional and didn't flirt with me in the slightest, despite several comments on my part.

By mid-day, once again I would be having my lunch brought to me. A part of me liked the convenience, but I was still sick of eating at home. This time, at my insistence, we ordered pizza. I'd had enough of pretentious lawyer and investment banker food.

As the smell of pepperoni hit her nostrils, I got the first genuine smile in hours out of Helen's professional demeanor.

"I probably shouldn't," she wondered, looking at the oil bubbling on top of melted cheese. In the endshe compromised, dabbing at the pizza with a napkin to soak up as much grease as possible before joining me. I'd already finished two slices by that point.

We were just finishing up lunch when a knock came at my door. Instinctively I started to get up, but Helen waved me off. "It's my job, remember?"

So I sat down and watched as she peeked through the peephole and then opened up the door. "Can I help you?"





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Lunch was ordered in (I really needed to find a way to get out and get to a restaurant or something). We ate while we discussed various issues that I really didn't care about. But eventually, finally, the endof the day came and my unexpected guests left.




WEDNESDAY

The next day my new assistant, Miss Cooper, came to the door at 9am promptly. "Good morning, Mr. Robins."

I hated hearing a pretty girl call me that, especially when she was no older than me. "Please, PLEASE just call me Tade. It allows me to at least pretendthat I'm normal."

"I don't know if that would be appropriate, sir. I am here as part of your staff service. 'Tade' would be rather familiar."

"Oh, come on. Mr. Robins makes me sound like an old man. And besides, who in the endis paying you? At least call me Tade or something."

The cool, professional façade melted for a moment as she blushed. And I now clearly noticed her eyes, which had been a steely grey now fleck into a warmer blue before she schooled her appearance once again. "I can do that... Tade."

"Now your turn. May I call you Helen?" I asked, referring to her first name which I'd learned yesterday.

"Whatever you wish, sir."

"No, not 'sir'. 'Tade', remember?"

"Yes... Tade." Her blush was back. However, she quickly reasserted her professionalism once again. Her blonde hair was pulled tightly into a bun and her business suit, while stylishly feminine, was also quite rigid.

We would have to work on that. It would look too weird if she were following me down the street in a business suit while I was in jeans.

"So you're the pro. What are we supposed to do first?"

"Well, first off here is your new phone," she handed me the latest and greatest gizmophone which was still astronomically expensive, complete with my own fancy Bluetooth earpiece. "It's already pre-set to block all calls except from those on your pre-approved list. We'll talk later about whom you want to include on that list."

And then she got up and started her own mini-tour of my apartment. "Next we need to do is organize you for a move. Mr. Rubenstein made it clear that your first priority will be selecting a new residence." She turned and reached into a briefcase and pulled out yet another thick folder. I could get to hate the sight of folders, but I couldn't help but notice the tight curves of Helen's ass as she bent over.

If she noticed me ogling her, she didn't let on. "I took the liberty of bringing dossiers on several locations, none of them on the general market. Real estate at this level is extremely confidential and extremely exclusive. There's a place on Central Park West that I think will be particularly well suited for you. It's not overly grand, but it will have plenty of space for you and a small staff. The building is well secured and ownership will provide you with cars and drivers at your leisure." I loved how Helen pronounced that last word as 'leh-zur' instead of 'lee-zhoor'. Her accent was a soft Australian drawl, and the longer I listened to her the more noticeably sexy it became.

The real estate dossiers were quite elegant. Full color, multi-page portfolios with lots of pictures and lots of luxury features like floor to ceiling windows, rooftop access, and absolutely gorgeous bathrooms.

We spent a couple of hours looking over several apartments throughout Manhattan, all in very ritzy areas and all with spectacular views. I could even get a place in the Trump Tower if I really wanted.




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STILL FOLLOWING

"Your new assistant," he repeated. "Given your lack of experience in these matters and with Mr. Kendall's portfolio, the firm decided that you needed a little help in making this transition.

"As executors of your father's estate, we are given some leeway in making decisions such as this to protect the estate and ensure that it is well taken care of. Miss Cooper comes highly rated and from one of our top agencies. She has extensive experience in all the areas we believe you will need her for."

I glanced back at the gorgeous blonde he was referring to. She definitely didn't look any older than my 27 years, so I wondered how she could possibly have all that experience. And despite her good looks, after what I was emotionally going through with both Nancy and Rosalinda, I wasn't really in the mood to deal with more interference in my life.

"I thank you for the offer, but I-"

"The decision has already been made, Mr. Robins. you need the help whether you think you do or not. Now if your issue is with Miss Cooper, I'm sure the agency can provide you with a replacement. But in the meantime, she will work with you to handle your business affairs and also organize your change in residence."

"Residence? What?"

"Tade," he started, his voice becoming a trifle paternal and condescending. I noted that he did not refer to me as Mr. Robins in this instance.

"I was a very good friendof your father. And unfortunately he is no longer here to give you the advice you need for a time like this. But there are certain things about your situation that you do need to understand. The first is that a man of your economic status will always face certain risks. And this building simply cannot provide the level of security that you will need.

"And the second thing is that no matter how hard you worked to achieve what you have, no matter how much experience you have gained in living your life, nothing can prepare you to deal with how much this inheritance will alter your very existence. People you've known for years will suddenly treat you differently."

My mind suddenly flashed to Rosalinda's insistence on being my girlfriend. And I remembered how all my old coworkers looked at me differently the one day I tried to go into the office. My life, as I knew it, was over.

Rubenstein walked over and actually sat down on the couch next to me. "Tade, I've known about you for five years. your father let me into his secret under lawyer-client privilege.

We've kept an eye on you and I know he was proud of how you were succeeding on your own. But now you are responsible for his legacy as well. And for that you will need some guidance."

My mother always told me: When the road bends, your only choices are to bendwith it or fall off it. Now it was time for me to adapt to my new life. I looked Rubenstein straight in the eye. "Okay. Let's get started."

"Splendid!"

We literally spent the rest of Tuesday packaging up my entire life and getting ready to ship it across the world, if need be. I signed the necessary documents to allow Miss Cooper to issue directives on my behalf and the law firm to handle many of my other professional needs.

Lunch was ordered in (I really needed to find a way to get out and get to a restaurant or something). We ate while we discussed various issues that I really didn't care about.

But eventually, finally, the endof the day came and my unexpected guests left.







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