The Ultimate Hot Ticket
By J.Vincent Martin.
Spence was finally discharged from the hospital at the end of his third week. He left in his beat up si year old Chevy with his new drivers license in his wallet and the insurance and registration in his name, neatly tucked in the glove compartment.
His face was still healing, but his benefactors were confident enough to put his projected face on the license.
There was no one to greet him when he arrived at his apartment. But he did make a few smiling hellos on the way to his door. When he entered, he liked what he saw. It was just a three and half room apartment, but it was clean and nicely decorated. When he walked into the bedroom, his old friend was resting comfortably on the night table waiting for him. So he sat on the bed and started the conversation.
He was immediately told to open the bedroom closet and look in the right corner of the floor. He quickly picked up the attaché case and opened it on the bed. It was all there, every cent. Then his friend in the laptop quickly commented, “Now that that’s out of the way , let’s get back to business.”
He proceeded to give Spence an orientation of the apartment. Everything from where his monthly bills were kept, to the contents of his desk’s file drawer. He was also told that the file box in his closet contained everything from a copy of his degree to his third grade report card. Then he received a quick oral overview of his finances, and was told that it would be covered in greater detail in the next session.
Finally, he was given a quick tour of his neighborhood. His friend closed the session with some suggestions.
“You’ll notice your closet and dresser are devoid of clothes. I suggest you spend this afternoon buying some. You will also find the refrigerator empty, you know where the supermarket is. But the first thing I would do Spence, is visit my safety deposit box and get rid of all of that extra cash you have laying around.”
He took the advice and spent the rest of day stocking his nest so to speak. His first stop of course was put that $174,000 in the box. After all, he still had $3,248.00 in his pocket to take care of the rest. At the end of the day, he decided to celebrate by treating himself to a nice dinner.
He donned his new threads and checked out the local steak house. While he was being seated at the table, he felt the matre’d’s discomfort with his appearance. So he smiled at him and pointed to his yet to be fully healed face, “Car accident.”
The Matre’d replied, “I hope you weren’t badly hurt. sir.” “No these scratches will heal.”
The meal was excellent and Spence’s new “people person” style seemed to be working nicely. He actually made friendly conversation with the waiter and it was well received.
When he got back to his apartment he watched TV for a while. Then at 8 he decided it was time for another session.
This time his friend gave him a detailed accounting statement as the numbers appeared on the screen.
This is a breakdown of your rebate, Spence.
Furnishings, entertainment center, computer...$4730.00,
Your Car and insurance..$2700.00,
First Month’s rent with deposit and security... $1000.00,
Four months salary with taxes ...$5,200.00...Total....$12,430.00.
Next we have your current liquid assets,
Money Market ....$14,287.00...
Total liquid assets...$15,163.00.
Last but not least, you have four $20,000.00 CDs that will mature at the first of each month, for the next four months. This of course is the remainder of your parents’ insurance money. With accrued interest, they total $84,837.00. All together that totals $100,000.00 Spence, your rebate.
You also have a $5,000.00 credit limit on your credit cards, and a zero balance. Even though you don’t need to, you should use those cards to keep the activity going.
To summarize, Spence, you are now a soon to be handsome, 25 year old young man, without a financial care in the world. But from this point on Spence, it’s entirely up to you to keep it that way.”
Spence was overwhelmed, “So what do I do now?”
“You have an appointment with Doctor Krammar, Friday at ten. Tomorrow night you will be having dinner with Gus and a three of your co-workers. Gus will stop by here at 2 PM, to fill you in on the details. So you’re free until 2 PM tomorrow.
I would suggest you browse your new neighborhood in the meantime. “ Then he abruptly ended the session, “Good Night, Spence!”
The next day Spence took the walking tour of the neighborhood. Then he decided to do a drive by of the dealership.
It was a nice looking building with lots of shiny new cars on the lot. That quickly brought his attention to the fact that he was going to have to get rid of this 147,000 mile heap he was sitting in. He just smiled to himself, “I’m sure Gus can help me with that.”
He was back in the apartment at two when Gus rang the bell. He invited him in with a smile, and quickly poured the drinks.
Gus asked how he was doing the with the cars. He told him he was still reading up on them. Then Gus gave him a run down of his employees and their personalities.
After the second drink, Gus spelled things out him. “Look, I don’t expect you to be a super car salesman. In fact, I’ don’t give a damn if you sell a car or not. Just make sure you don’t stop anybody else from selling and that you show up for work each day on time. I already told the guys you're new to the line and they should show you the ropes. We’re not that busy now anyway. Besides, your bosses got your pay check covered. But don’t get me wrong, if you sell a few cars, I’ll pay you the commission on top of your draw.”
“That will be great, Gus. I’ll give it my best shot.” “Well, look it’s only for four months. So don’t worry too much about the selling part.”
“What do mean, four months?”
"At the end of four months, new job, or no new job, your bosses said you’re gone. Remember! I’m just doing you a favor until you can find something else.”
Spence was feeling pretty comfortable with Gus, so he asked, “Why are you doing this, Gus?”
Gus suddenly got real serious, “You know we can’t talk about that. Let’s just say we all got to do our bit for our country. You got your bit, I got mine. Don’t bring it up again.” Then he immediately went back to the dinner scheduled for that evening.
“You are going to meet Steve Hinkley, he’s my sales manager. He’s a nice guy and I told him to go light on you. Tommy Watkins and Tony Caneli will joining us, too. They’re two of my salesmen.
Tommy's a sports car guy, he’s been with me three years now. Tony has only been with me for a year. He’s kind of a quiet guy, but he pulls his weight.
I’m going to be telling a few funny stories about you and Smithfield tonight. You just nod, laugh and go along with them. Just relax and be yourself and everything should go well.”
Then Gus cut it short. “I got to go back to dealership. You keep reading those brochures, and I’ll see you tonight at six.”
Copyright JVM 2006 .