Running to the Enemy's Arms

My Very Own "Mini-Me"

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Running to the Enemy’s Arms

Chapter 19: My Very Own “Mini-Me”

by: deadlydaisy8o8

Originally Uploaded: Wednesday, August 25, 2010, 11:10 PM

Edited: Saturday, August 28, 2010, 10:00PM (for better flow and smoother reading)

Edited: Saturday, September 4, 2010, 10:07 (Because What-happened-2-nice has grammar vision)

Revised by: MerciLani on Monday, January 29, 2018, 7:36PM

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Vlad’s P.O.V

“…I do believe that those are all of the companies that I own at this moment. Do you want me to print out the list?” I turned my head to look at Daniel who was furiously copying the list down, looking every two seconds from his paper to the screen. I had turned it so that the both of us could see.

Daniel had been waiting for me when I had gotten home, wanting help with his homework. Of course I obliged, especially when he specified that it was his business homework he would be needing help with. He seemed shy about asking for help at first, but he quickly became comfortable with asking any question that might pop into his head. When we started, he had shown me what he was supposed to do, and then what he planned to do.

I had to say that he was asking a lot of himself. He had said that he was going to base his portfolio entirely off of what mine looked like. I advised him that there would be a lot of work ahead of him if he choose to pursue that option, but he brushed it aside saying that he needed to know about my financial situation anyway. He didn't want to arouse suspicion by not knowing anything about my companies. It was clear that I wasn’t going to change his mind after that, so I let him continue as he would. He had been copying numbers, lists, and asking questions about business for the past hour and a half.

Without pausing from his task he responded, “Nope I’m fine; I’ll remember them better this way. Well, when I come to think of it… do you have that e-mail I had you send that list of stocks to still?”

I studied the teen still furiously scribbling for a moment before I answered, “Of course dear boy, I'll send a copy to your account.”

When I looked back over from sending a copy to the boy’s email, I found him shaking out his writing hand and his head thrown back. He really didn’t have to strain himself like that. I could very easily print or scan him copies of his own. I raised an eyebrow skeptically at the teen before I offered, “Daniel, you don’t have to write so much. I can just as easily print out everything you need.”