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The third chapter of Campaign 6R.
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Campaign 6R Chapter 3
Entering the Ringold and Hubert law offices I saw a very pretty woman about my age with curly black hair sitting behind a large desk working on a computer.
“May I help you Sir?” Smiling brightly she asked in the honey voice from the phone yesterday.
“Jules Haynes Vancy with a 10 o’clock appointment with Attorney Hugh Ringold.”
“A moment Sir.”
She stood and walked across the room, knocking on a door.
Short around 5 foot, and built, I enjoyed the movement of her buttocks, packed into a tight dark blue sheath dress. She opened the door and spoke quietly.
Turning to me, holding the door wide, she said, “Mr. Ringold will see you now Sir.”
Hugh Ringold was a bald, short, portly man with salt and pepper walrus mustache, mutton chop sideburns. He wore a dark grey, three piece, flannel suit, white cotton shirt and black silk tie.
After introductions Ringold offered me a seat in one of the two black leather arm chairs in front of his desk as he set down behind it. He requested two forms of Id from me.
After verification he said, “Mr. Vancy, your parent’s, Mary Haynes and William Jules Vancy, will is straightforward and simple. You are the recipient of their entire estate. If you are ready I will read the will. My partner, Mr. Hubert, will act as witness and our secretary, Miss Dolcett, will be notary.”
I nod, “Yes.”
Picking up the receiver of a desk phone he called, “Phillip would you please step to my office.”
“Thank you.”
Punching the intercom button on the phone, he said, “Miss Dolcett please come to my office. Bring your notary stamp.”
Within a few minutes the woman from the front, along with a tall, slight, redheaded man with glasses, mid-thirties, wearing a white dress shirt, black slacks and a black tie entered.
“Mr. Vancy this is my partner Phillip Hubert. Phillip this is Jules Vancy.”
We shook hands with acknowledgments.
“Phillip we here for a reading of a will, which I want you to witness.”
Ringold removed from a manila folder, resting on his desk, sefaköy escort a white, multiple page document and after a brief review read.
“The last Will and Testament of William Jules Vancy and Mary Haynes Vancy.”
“Being of sound mind and body…………………”
Finished he asked Hubert to sign as a witness and for Dolcett to notarize the original and copies.
“Mr. Vancy, I will file the original with the court today. A copy shall be retained with our office and you will have a copy. I will make all the appropriate notifications as to the change of ownership of all real property, property, stocks, bonds addressed in the will, to you. I will contact the financial institutions with the documentation for all accounts to be transferred to you. All this shall be completed by close of business Friday. In the mean time I have for you a cashier’s check in the amount of $9,000.00 dollars drawn on the account of Ringold and Hubert, Attorneys at Law.”
“Mr. Vancy if you will, please provide Miss Dolcett the necessary information for correspondence; address, e-mail and cell phone numbers.”
He placed a copy of the will in manila folder and handed it to me along with the cahiers check.
He stood, moving around the desk offering his hand, saying, “Mr. Vancy, my condolences on your loss. I hope you are satisfied with our services and ask, in the future, if you need legal counsel to please consider Ringold and Hubert. Good day sir.”
I shook Ringold and Hubert’s hands and followed Miss Dolcett back to her desk, still enjoying the view.
I said, “Before we get started, what is your first name and please call me Hay.”
With a brilliant smile she answered, “Jenny, Hay.”
“Ok Jenny. You have my cell phone number, the one you called me by yesterday. My email address is [email protected]. Here is my DL, from which you get my correct and current information, name, partial social, address, hair and eye color, height, weight and….sex.”
Emphasizing the last, my intentions weren’t to pursue, just enjoying flirting with a pretty girl.
Flushing slightly she said, “I think that should do it. If I need anything I will call…If I may…?”
I smiled and said, “Any time. Have a good day Jenny.”
My next stop was the bank, 1st Independence, the same where I already had an account. I asked a teller to speak to the florya escort manager. I was told to take a seat in the lobby while it was seen if Mr. Pittue was available.
I sat and watched the bank traffic, people coming and going. I did not know any of them. I had very limited opportunity to meet and interact with people.
I was comfortable with this and in fact preferred it. For most of my life, with the exception of college, I was fairly isolated, being home schooled behind the high walls of the estate. I went to Stanford at the age of 17 with no past social life. It was only then did I start to date.
College for most young men and women was a time to deviate from the mores, standards and inhibitions of their upbringing. Free of parental control for the first time and with very limited life experiences they easily make choices they would not have before or after.
The result, sexual activity, was there for the pickings. I had many before meeting Tracy. Once our relationship was firmly established we became monogamous. We were too into each other and our studies to have much time for others.
After college, sans Tracy, I once again, played the field with great success. As I have said, this I did in places where women were actively seeking attraction and affectation from men. I never wanted for the pleasure of a woman. After I returned to Eugene most of my time was spent at my flat or at Mama and Daddy’s estate, secluded.
I saw the teller pointing me out to a sturdy, grey haired man in a black linen suit.
He introduced himself, “Mr. Vancy, I’m Clayton Pittue. Are you kin to Mary and Jules Vancy?”
“My parents. Are you the bank manager?”
“You have my sympathy and prayers, concerning your loss. Yes I am the manager of this branch of 1st Independence of Eugene.”
An accident involving death merited and received investigation and garnered public attention. My parent’s names had been in the local papers and on local TV.
“Thank you. That is what I want to discuss with you.”
“Please follow me to my office.”
I told him in the next couple of days his bank would be contacted by Ringold put the coffee into a gallon pot, add water from the sink to half full. Bring to a boil on a portable, two eyed, induction burner that used an electromagnetic field to transfer heat only to the pans contents. It would bring atakent escort water to a boil very quickly, while the rest of the cooking surface and pan remained cool.
Because of the electromagnetic field, only pots and pans made of ferrous metals (like cast iron or steel) could be used with it. The induction burner drastically reduced the danger of someone getting burned, perfect in Di’s case.
You could press your hand on the one of the eyes or pans while it was working and it would not feel hot, hurt or injure. The house kitchen also had a large, built in, five burner, induction cook top.
Di, once the water boiled away, reducing to about half, would add more water, bringing the pot’s contents back to the original level. She would repeat three times and allow to cool, then strain into a couple of glass beakers.
While keeping an eye on Di as she excitedly worked, I sat at the counter and powered up my laptop.
Accessing the notes of my previous failed projects, I quickly perused them then started on Di-18 journal to chronicle every step and aspect, resulting from the previous night’s epiphany.
I set out the premise of the revelation, giving the hopeful culmination expectations, laying out the process, along with the procedure, products, materials and equipment needed for successful completion.
Searching the web I ordered the necessary items and materials and did some research and sent some email inquiries.
The Di-18 premise was to attempt to jump start the brain via a powerful combination of chemicals and electricity. This mixture would hopefully override any blockages, clearing the way for normal transmission. It may even open connections to rarely visited areas.
Caffeine is a central nervous system cognitive enhancer, increasing alertness and performance. A bitter, white crystalline alkaloid, chemically related to the bases of deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA) and ribonucleic acid (RNA).
It is one of the few legal psychotropic drugs changing the nervous system’s function, resulting in alterations in perception, mood, consciousness, cognition and behavior. Although there are many caffeine sources, the best-known is the coffee.
Caffeine is classified by the US Food and Drug Administration (USFDA) as safe. Toxic doses, over 10 grams per day are much higher than the typical dose of under 500 milligrams per day. A cup of coffee contains 80–175 mg of caffeine, depending on what bean is used, how it is roasted (darker roasts have less caffeine), and how it is prepared (e.g., drip, percolation or espresso). It would require drinking 100 ordinary cups of coffee to reach the toxic dose. Pure powdered caffeine can be lethal in excessive amounts.
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