The waitress arrived with a plate of pancakes and topped up the coffee. He poured syrup over the stack.
"You remind of a guy from back in ’09," Saul said, wiping syrup from his fingers. "Total genius. High school chemistry teacher turned th kingpin."
"Enough stories," Terrence interrupted. "Just explain the process."
"Alright, alright. Straight to business. First, we set up the LLC—na it sothing forgettable. Generic consulting firm, nothing flashy. That’s your clean face."
Pulling a pen from his pocket, Saul began scribbling on a napkin.
"Next, we open two accounts under the business. One you use to receive transfers—crypto converted to fiat through a gray-market exchange I know. The other stays clean. That’s where your ’consulting fees’ go."
Terrence watched closely, eyes on the diagram—two boxes, one arrow leading to a smaller circle labeled safe.
"Then you loop it. Move money from the first account to the second using fake invoices. Make it look like a client’s paying you for services. IT support, marketing, research, consultation—whatever sounds boring and real."
Silence stretched, letting the information sink in.
"Every few months, you pay so taxes. Not a lot. Just enough to make the IRS think you’re a small fry playing by the rules. anwhile, you siphon off the rest—either reinvest, hold in crypto, or tuck it into hard assets."
Terrence spoke without looking away. "Property. Cars... and businesses?"
"Exactly. That’s how rich people launder money every day. They just call it wealth managent."
He set the pen down. "Whole thing runs smooth, as long as you don’t get greedy or lazy."
"How much for all of this?"
"A flat fee to set it up. And five percent of any monthly service you ask to run."
"I’ll hire you on a monthly basis. Get everything ready. Na one Mana Investnt, the other TR Consultant. I’ll send any docunts you need by email."
He paused, then slid an envelope across the table. "This is your consultation fee."
Saul flipped through the cash, eyebrows lifting. "Ten grand ....You really are loaded."
After tucking the cash away, he gave a short nod. "Alright, kid. I’ll get things moving today. You’ll hear from soon."
"Good,"
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Done with his tax issue, he moved toward another part of the city.
This area was closer to downtown, where the buildings looked older—like they were built in the ’80s. Still, their worn-out charm was easy on the eyes.
He entered a building and took the elevator up to an office
"Co in, Mr. Terrence. I’ve been expecting you."
A middle-aged man stood by the door. His skin was dark, and his build was fit and solid.
He wore a formal jacket that looked expensive—tailored and clean.
The office was simple but spacious—large desk, a few chairs, and shelves of folders
Sunlight slipped through a square window.
Looking down, his eyes drifted on the naplate sitting on the desk.
’Attorney Jas Morton, CPA, CFP, MBA ’
The array of titles made it clear—Jas wasn’t just a lawyer. He was an expert in the financial field.
"Have a seat. It’s been a while since we last t. How long—three, four years?"
"Four "
They both sat down slowly in their chairs.
"Attorney, I’m sure you know why I’m here. I want to get all my inheritance."
"Of course, here’s everything," he slid a thick folder across the desk.
Terrence quickly flipped through the papers, scanning them as he went.
[Bank Account : $ 957,000 Interest]
[Stocks and Dividends : 5 blue chips companies]
[Real Estate: One bedroom apartnt]
[Real Estate: 10 hectares land]
The thing that caught his attention the most was a piece of land in Alligerville.
He was thinking about buying land to build a bunker—and he already owned one. This made things a lot easier.
"So, what do I need to do to get all of this?"
Jas pressed his fingertips against the desk and began explaining.
"To finalize the transfer, we need to file the necessary paperwork with the court to confirm your acceptance.
After the court reviews and approves it, the assets will be officially released to you. I’ll manage the process to ensure it goes smoothly."
"Will it take long?"
"Not really. Just a few weeks, but I’ll need the money to handle the paperwork. Also, I heard about what happened to—"
"Money’s not an issue for ," he reassured.
Jas nodded without asking any more questions.
"Please read through and sign these papers."
He read and signed the standard docunts.
"Attorney, Thank you for everything." He stood and extended his hand.
"Terrence, I know what happened was hard. But I’m always impartial with all my clients. Reach out anyti if you need help."
"Alright, I will."
Outside, he took a deep breath. Things were finally starting to co together.
’I should start training my body again.But just relying on the small mana in the air is not enough.’
His thoughts drifted, then out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a store across the street.
Various gems were displayed in the glass window.
’Wait, how did I forget about that?’
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