“My name is Nikki Quinn. I represent the estate of the Rutledge family. Is there someone I can speak to about investment opportunities?”
“I’m sorry, we are not looking to invest in anything,” the woman barked back.
“Oh, no. We are not looking foryouto invest. The family I represent is looking to invest money. We have a short window of opportunity, but there is three million dollars that has to be moved into an investment property as quickly as possible.”
There was silence on the other end. Then, “How did you hear about us?”
“Sunnydale is known throughout the country. It’s considered a model for retirement communities. With each generation living longer, we believe there is a future for continued growth.”
“I see.” Turner’s wheels were spinning.
“Is there someone I can meet with to discuss the possibility?”
Turner scurried to find a pad and pen. “Let me have your information, and I will call you back shortly.”
“Fine. But please keep in mind, my time is limited, and I am leaving the country; therefore, I want to get this settled before I travel. Should the principals be interested, I would like to visit the location in Florida, since I’m in the same time zone.”
Turner was practically blubbering. “Sure. I’ll get on it right away. Thank you.”
Nikki was convinced Turner bought it. She figured Turner would get back to her momentarily.
Janet Turner’s hands were shaking, probably for the first time since, forever. Nothing ever fazed her, but lately? The pressure has been on, and now there may be a solution. She grappled with the phone to find Spencer’s private number.
A concerned voice answered. “Aunt Janet? What’s going on?”
“A most fortuitous phone call just came through.”
“Oh?” Gerber could not imagine his aunt bringing anything to the table. What she lacked in personality, she made up with spite.
“Yes. A woman named Nikki Quinn called. She represents the Rutledge family. They are looking to invest money. Here!” It was the most joyous Janet Turner had ever sounded.
“Hold on. You say a woman named Nikki Quinn has someone who wants to invest?”
“Yes. She represents the Rutledge family.”
Spencer turned toward his laptop and looked up Rutledge Industries. Sure enough, the company was valued close to a hundred million dollars. He let out a whistle. “You sure it wasn’t a prank?”
“Who would do such a stupid thing?” She was losing her patience. “Do you want the information or not?”
“Yes, Aunt Janet. Please,” he said with insincere earnest.
She spelled out the name and gave him the number. “She’s waiting for your call.”
Spencer circled the name and phone number. “Nikki Quinn, you may have saved us from a major train wreck.” He straightened up and dialed the number.
“Nikki Quinn,” a melodious voice answered.
“Hello. This is Spencer Gerber.”
“Senator Gerber?” Nikki asked, as if she had no idea who it was.
“One and the same. I understand you have a client who is interested in investing in Sunnydale.”
“That is correct. What is your relationship with them, if I may ask?”
“Truth be told, they’re owned by one of my campaign contributors. I try to look out for the people who look out for me.”
“I see. Is it possible for us to meet?”
