Beside him, Chance let out a loud yawn before gathering up their coffee cups to take back to the kitchen. He checked his cell phone to see it was well past one in the afternoon. Time had flown. They’d had a decent time for having been poring over bank accounts, interest rates, investment opportunities, and stock options. “Like I said, I can mostly give you figures and such. If you really want investment help I have friends I can call who are better at futures, etcetera. These were just some of the options that, if I were your accountant, I’d say were wise places to put your money.” Chance wandered back from the kitchen. “Lord, I don’t think I could handle more options.” Bradley chuckled. “I’ve really done all we can do here until you figure out where you want to start moving the money, which options you like. And if you decide on the restaurant then we’d have to pull in a few more things, specifically a business model.”
