I realized two things that morning: first, I was not in a good financial position for the short-term, and second, I was in an even worse financial position for the long-term. My style of living was not something I could maintain with a normal job. Certainly not any job I had in the past, and I had made a low six figures before meeting the Stetson man.
I paced and I thought before finally calling my best friend Tori. We discussed every option. Tori was good at being my sounding board; she would bring me down to earth when needed and often called a spade a spade. By the time the call ended, we had determined that my short-term goals would include obtaining property in my name and a lucrative business that could replace my income. Granted, we didn’t go lightly on the goals. How I would achieve them was not yet decided, but when we set our minds to something, it nearly always happened. I wasn’t about to be kicked to the curb or live under a bridge anytime soon. Seriously, I wasn’t willing to be forced to downsize my style of living. I had become accustomed to the finer things and wanted to keep them.
The other thing we decided was that I would be wise to double-dip, so to speak, for a short-term again. Now, how I was going to manage two wealthy men and my time would be a huge challenge, but it would pay off if I played them both correctly. I couldn’t afford to make a mistake because it could all potentially come crashing down around me.
I had not yet given the Greek God’s secretary my routing and account number, but I immediately phoned her after I got off the phone with Tori so that I would stay on track and not chicken out. Thankfully, his secretary seemed to be expecting the call; she certainly did not act surprised to be receiving the numbers. Now that I was on the Greek God’s payroll and receiving ample funds through his “scholarship fund,” I could no longer put him off. When he asked me to travel with him again, I would have to go. I would have to manage my schedule and my lies with sheer expertise.