Duncan just smiled and wrapped both arms around Aliyah.  Most people would scarcely recognize Duncan from several years ago.  Years ago he could barely get one arm around another person - and even that would have made him want to run screaming.  Aliyah was easy to hug.

“You know .. you TOLD me to just let myself in.  I did knock.  Anyways, I’d call my day … productive.  I went a long ways toward getting the money stuff sorted, taxes done.  I sent offers to an estate manager and a butler.  I gave the go ahead for 5 investment brokerages to start making my money work.  I put attorneys to work drafting ethics agreements for my CEO’s.  I went through a bunch of resumes for accountants.  I think I would have rather watched the pain dry, but at least it was productive.  I still have about $50 million free for travel use.  And I set an income for myself of about $10 million a month.”

He ran his ideas for getting everything moved and stored.  “You know, I am thinking of running back to Albuquerque first to meet my estate manager in person.  I don’t know.  I guess it just feels weird hiring someone so remotely.”  He looked around.  “Are we still going to have a place to sleep here?  Or do we need to make other plans.  And what are the plans for work … and tonight?”  He smiled.  “I’m a classic Libra.  I have to know everything so I can plan life to a tee.  And yes … I know it never works out that way.”