Trust Exercise Novels & Stories

A trust fund that had been established twenty-three years ago—the exact year I was born. Harrison’s fingers flew across the keyboard, cutting through the trust's encryption layers with terrifying, practiced speed. The rapid clatter of the keys was the only sound breaking the suffocating silence as the program bypassed security protocols, mining deeper into the dark money trail. “Look at the beneficiary, Ivana,” Harrison said, his voice dropping into a register laced with a sudden, devastating dread. I leaned closer, my eyes locking onto the decrypted registry line of the trust. My breath caught in my throat.

Melissa needed a proper explanation. The older woman sighed, “He manages the fund and that takes his time and effort. It’s only fair that he’s compensated for that, especially when the fund earns money. Without his management of it, it’s not going to earn as much. Without a trust, you can probably put everything into bonds or other safe investments. But that would only give you a small amount of earnings. Low risk, low return. With his expertise, he can use the funds into more profitable ventures and earn more. He gets a certain percentage of the earnings and the rest gets added to the fund, of which you are the beneficiary.”

Strong and enlightening. Clement was stunned for a moment when he sighed when he realized what Trist wanted to hint at him. "I'm going back to work." Clement said a few words. "Later we'll have a gimmick. Come along." Trist's offer. "You can count on it," Clement replied. "Just give it back to me when you're done checking." This refers to the USB it gave to Trist. "Don't worry, it's just borrowed." Trist said with a smile.