“Of course, Mr. King. I just wouldn’t be a good financial advisor if I didn’t tell the risks.”
“I understand but I’m down to take them. I’m not really here to be financially advised like that,” I admitted. “I want you to advise me on which stocks would be the best to get rid of and cash out on. I need to make a few million.”
“Okay. Let me just take another look at your portfolio. I mean, I wouldn’t recommend getting rid of anything considering how well they’ve done in the past few years but ifyour mind is already made up…” He paused while he glanced at the papers in front of him.
“You don’t have to sell everything from one company. I want to keep things diversified. Take a little bit from here and a little bit from there until it equals about… three million.”
“Three million?” he repeated.
“That’s right.”
“Okay.” He exhaled and flipped a sheet over, quickly working through each before plucking up a highlighter and a pen and getting to work.
He slid the paper toward me and I slid it toward my pops without even glancing at it. He handled my finances so all he had to do was glance at it, approve it, and make the moves.
“When do you need this done, Berlin?” my father asked as he looked at the highlighted sections.
“As soon as possible. Then, send the new numbers over to my accountant.”
“Okay. I can do that.”
“Cool.” I pulled my phone from my pocket when it vibrated and saw it was Myome.
I declined her call and sent a text immediately.
Me: In a meeting. I’ll call you back ASAP.
Wifey: It’s not important. Have a good meeting.
Me: Love you.
Wifey: Love you.
I locked my phone and set it face down on the table.
We went through other questions and concerns my parents had then wrapped up and left.
I had two more meetings today so I hopped in my whip and called Myome immediately, just to touch base.
“Hello?”
“What’s up, Twin?” I threw my car in reverse and backed out.
“Nothing. I just wanted to see what you were up to.”
“I’ve got meetings all day, trying to get shit taken care of before you get back, but I’m hoping to hop in the studio later tonight.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just trying to move shit around. You good?”
“I’m great. I feel good and last night was amazing. Did you see any clips?”
“Of course I did and you looked fine as hell,” I said. “Every day that passes you look better and better on that stage.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
I hummed at that. “Man, as soon as you touch down…” I didn’t have to finish the statement for Myome to know what was up.