Down to business in the afternoon

After entering your study you quickly turn around and lock the door behind you. You make the decision, the most prudent course of action is to go through the desk drawers. The first drawer you open contains a metal lock-box. Reaching in your pocket you produce a key ring and select what would appear to be the appropriate key. You insert the key, give it a twist, hear the lock click and see the lid spring open. You are simultaneously relieved and thrilled to see the ray-gun. You give a swift fist pump.

Taking a seat behind the desk you contemplate if you have come across any viable targets. You draw a blank considering you're currently in a house filled with attractive women apparently eager to get in on any sexy fun you come up with. You put the ray-gun back in the box where you found, locking it away. You resume opening drawers, finding mostly paperwork you hurriedly skim. The last drawer you open is a large one on the bottom, you find it is stuffed with currency.

You raise your head and look across the desk. Your eye is caught by a painting. You get up and approach the artwork. You slide your fingers along the frame and locate a hidden button. Upon pressing the button a panel of the wall slides away revealing a safe. Seeing this a number runs through your mind and you dial it. You turn the handle pulling it open. In the vault there's another pile of cash sitting on two bars of gold. Behind the bars of gold is bullion in a small slotted plastic rack. Next to the various forms of money is a stack of papers. You go through the stack and pull out one with bank names, account and routing numbers.

You put the other papers back. You look over the page as you settle back in your chair behind the desk. Some of the banks are domestic, some are in the Cayman Islands, Swiss banks are named, Deutsche Bank is there as well. You turn on the computer that sits on the desk.

After a hour and a half you've confirmed all the accounts that are listed are real. You knew you were loaded still the extent of your holdings seems to be only dawning on you.

You spend just over another two hours in your home office familiarizing yourself with your fiscal status and prospects.

Feeling you've put in some good hours of work you head out to your backyard to unwind. You take in the patio that has the appearance of marble. You notice there's two square platforms of the same material in the large pool. There's five off-duty maids in revealing bikinis, in and and around the pool. Two of the women are reclining on deck chairs, one is getting sun with her eyes closed, the other is looking down at a tablet computer. There's a girl doing laps of the outside of the pool. While sitting atop one of the platforms a girl is being splashed by another lass bobbing in the water.

You take a seat at a patio table with an umbrella and watch the girls enjoy themselves.