financial consultant

In the process of changing to story around

Judge me for my choice as you may, and trust me, you likely have every right to judge. But looking back on it now, I doubt I would change a thing.

When it all started, I was a 32-year-old male whose life hasn't been easy. I mistakenly believed the hype and went to an expensive, top-of-the-line college for a liberal arts degree. As you can expect, when I graduated, all I had for my four years of effort was a sizable crippling debt and a job that didn't make more than the interest on that debt. But after years of working a shit job for no money and no respect, my luck finally turned around, and I have just received the biggest promotion of my life. Ever since graduating from college, I have been working for the same third-party financial evaluation fern, and I finally made management, which means a massive increase in money and the ability to run a whole case by myself.

The company gave me a trial by fire for my first time as a case manager. The case they gave me is the most prominent case I have ever been on.

In this case, I have to evaluate the assets of one Tiffany, a 42-year-old ex-model and mother of 2 twenty-something-year-old girls. In my binder, I have her life story. At the age of 16, she started professional modeling. While modeling, she met a young entrepreneur (Tony). He contracted her to do a photoshoot for his fledgling company. After that, the two of them hit it off. They got married when she was 20, and he was 25. A year later, his company hit the big time, making them wealthy, and she stopped working to be a trophy wife and have kids. Within that year, she had her first kid.

When the oldest girl turned eighteen, the father filed for divorce under the grounds of irreconcilable differences. He showed up to the trial with a new 20-year-old girl in his arms. He married the new girl only two weeks after the trial was over. As a result of the trial, Tiffany won the house and child support rights until each of the children graduated from college, which the last one did 5 months ago. Tony did not fight this because he, along with everyone with half a brain, knew that after his two girls graduated, the house would be foreclosed (which is why the bank asked me to evaluate her assets), and he would get the house back for pennies on the dollar. Ever since the divorce, Tiffany has been desperately trying to find a full-time job that would make enough to keep the house, but the house is a mansion, and she barely has a high school diploma. Having her two girls graduate from college with poly sci degrees only made the situation worse; all three cannot find or keep full-time jobs. Meanwhile, Tony has been sitting back in his beach home, not having seen the either of his daughters in years, watching this whole thing fold-out precisely as he planned.

Once I got to the house, I saw that Tiffany was at the door waiting for me. She still looks like she still could be a model in her 5-inch high heels and a long black dress. The black dress was simple tight-fitting, which perfectly presented her b-cup boobs and small tight ass, which did not look like they had aged since Tiffany was in her 20s. She has a perfect white smile. Her flawless white skin looked as though she was only in her thirty, and her long blonde hair reached to her mid-back but still looked beautifully maintained.

The house was three stories, six bedrooms, four baths with a 3-car garage attached to the side. After the greeting, she quickly took you on a tour of the house, making sure to point out every little thing of value. She had sent the two girls out to get food supplies in an attempt to avoid having them see this. As I look around her house, I am actually surprised to find that she is close to having enough collateral to qualify for a loan from the bank that hired your company, but since the bank's principal client is Tony, it would be hard to hide even one dollar under the amount required.

It was time to give Tiffany the bad news.