A Gross Breach In Confidence.
For the last few weeks I have been swamped by investment brokers all claiming to have heard that a birdie whistled in their ears that I may be coming into some money soon; all wanting to advise me where to invest the money.
So far not one was prepared to tell me who the little birdie was.
Not too many people know about the pending money awaiting transfer of the property. Possible culprits are:
My two daughters, father, sister, nephew and two nieces.
No chance.
My bank or My Attorney.
Most unlikely.
The Buyer Of My House or His Attorney.
A possibility, but unlikely.
The Estate Agent or The Deeds Office.
Maybe somebody there makes a bit on the sideline.
Some of my cousins and their children.
Ah, I will bet some money here. Especially those on my mother’s side who objected to the selling of ‘our family heritage’. As if they had a claim on the house.
What surprised me most was the number of inquiries. There must have been at least 10 of them; very much as if there were more than one leak. I saw the first 3 trying to find the source of their information. The rest I rejected outright telling them that I cannot invest money using a broker with divided loyalties and unless if there were some information forthcoming, it was a no-go.
But whoever it was, it was a lousy thing to do. What has happened to trust? Is there no confidentiality left in this world?
And then the moving became a bit of an anticlimax now. Suddenly I have very little to do until the weekend. Have a great day out there.
I have a few errands to run. Will be back in about an hour.
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Have a good day
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