THE PROPOSAL (Part 15): Hope’s Consiglieri?
On the train they had found a private car in first class that would seats six people. It was too early for tourist season, so they had the compartment to themselves.
Hope said: “I have something important to ask you.”
“Go ahead” Charity said with little idea where the conversation was going.
Hope said: “Since you are looking for work and you already told me you might have to continue your career in America, how would you like to go to work for me?”
Charity was genuinely taken aback by the question.
“There are lot of variables to consider. I’m not sure how to answer.”
“I think if I cut to the chase: If you went to work for me as my financial adviser…” She stooped in mid-sentence and thought for a few seconds. “In your dreams, how much would you want to make, in a job you would love.”
“You sound serious.” Charity said.
“I am serious Charity and don’t take this lightly. Let’s try it this way, forget about the part about working for me. Imagine you found work in America and worked the rest of your life in a job in a job you hated but the money was too good for you to quit. How much would you expect to make in salary for the rest of your life, not including investments.”
Charity just looked at her.
“Write the amount down.” She said as she handed her a piece of paper and a pen.
Charity thought for a few moments doing the math in her head. Then she wrote a figure down.
Hope pulled the iPad Mr. Destiny had given her out of her backpack. She turned it on and after she pushed a few buttons she showed the screen to Charity. “Memorize this account number and password.”
Charity did as her friend instructed. She was good with numbers and had them memorized in two minutes.
She said: “This is a numbered bank account. From the number, I can tell it is a bank in Zurich.”
“That’s right,” Hope said. Then she showed the screen to Charity again. It showed the balance in the account that she had just had Charity memorize.
When she saw the screen, it was Charity’s face that went flush. The balance in the account was double the one she had just written down.”
“WHO ARE YOU? Charity said with more British accent than usual. When she continued with: “Are you in the mob?” Hope broke into laughter.
She said: “No, nothing like that, but I am asking you to be my Consiglieri.
“Like in the Godfather?” Charity asked.
Again, Hope laughed. “No” she said, but I have a friend who would argue it is exactly like Robert Duval’s character in the movie.
“I don’t know what to say.” Charity managed.
“Just say yes.” Hope said.
Charity said: “Yes” It seems she wasn’t one to hesitate either.
They arrived at Canterbury at about noon and got off of the train. They waked through the streets of the old Medieval town and Charity asked. “Would you like to stop at a pub to grab a bite to eat?”
Hope said: “I see a KFC ahead and I don’t go to bars.”
This time it was Charity who laughed. This is England, if you want the British experience you have to eat at a pub. It is just what we do. It is not like eating in a bar in America.”
So, they got off of the street and had a great meal.
Afterwards they headed to the Canterbury Cathedral on a pilgrimage no less significant than the characters in Chaucer’s classic collection of tales.
Previous Installments of The Proposal
- The Proposal (part 14) Chapter 2: Hope and Charity
- The Proposal (Part 13): The Changing of the Guard
- The Proposal (Part 12): A Secure Connection
- The Proposal (Part 11): Where It All Began
- The Proposal (part 10): Secrets of Ancient Soldiers
- The Proposal (Part 9)
- The Proposal (Part 8)
- The Proposal (Part 7)
- The Proposal (Part 6): Listening to Destiny and Fate
- The Proposal (Part 5): Twist of Fate
- The Proposal (Part 4): Destiny’s Place
- The Proposal (Part 3): Close Shave with Mr. Destiny
- The Proposal (Part 2): Continued in London
- The Proposal (Part 1): A Short Story Mystery