To Each What They Are Owed
“You are sure, sir?” Ruthertun asked, for the third time within the very short span of the meeting. He had the stack of papers in his hand, all signed and dated properly, ready to be executed.
“Yes, Ruthertun. Have the files executed by the end of the day,” East replied in a monotone voice. “I want everything settled.”
Ruthertun rubbed the scruff of his grey beard, glancing between the paperwork and East in the chair across from his desk. Overall the stack was standard, which was what made it a bad idea to him. Ul’dah legal matters were intricate and confusing mazes of jargon, loopholes, tax exemptions, religious orders, and every other trick Ruthertun had learned over his decades of serving as a legal expert. He had only had East as a client for a few years, and his work before this was more intricate for much smaller matters.
Today that hadn’t been the case.
It was simple. Far too simple, and it made Ruthertun’s skin crawl to even look at it.
“Sir, again, I must give my strongest legal advice against this. I have watched countless people swindled by these exact matters, just signing over all of their wealth to the person they married. Great people! All brought low by the wiles of their heart and honeyed words by some tempter. At least let me make some provisions against anything nefarious!” Ruthertun exclaimed, already recoiling.
East just sat there, shaking his head after a moment of silence. That worried Ruthertun more. He had advised East against adding Elysica’s name to his businesses from the start, giving similar warnings. East had thrown books and a chair at him for it; which wasn’t new for Ruthertun, but he expected the continued rage of a tricked heart, not the solemn surrender of… whatever this was.
“No, Ruthertun. This isn’t that, and I don’t care to explain what it is. All of my material assets are to be liquidated and set within a secure fund accessible by one person, and one person only. Elysica. O’hteco, Storme, whatever her last name becomes.” East said with that same monotone from before, repeating a list he had already stated what seemed a dozen times.
Ruthertun sighed. “The businesses of Beastly Enterprises managed by trusted corporate advisors under the auspices of this firm, with her named as sole beneficiary of profit and able to assume control at her whim. The Swansong Orphanage to continue seeing its annual investments and stipends, with increases above verified cost of living increases per year. Appropriate personnel assigned to attend your responsibilities with -C-rescent Entertainment and the Hydaelyn Blitzball Association until suitable replacements are made by management within. The estates to be maintained and kept to living standard, including the gardens, for her use at any time. All of which can be sold off immediately at her request, and nothing short of that, legally,” he finished the list for East.
“You realize this could leave you penniless within an instant, if she said the word?” He asked, all but begging East to let it dawn on him.
“To each what they are owed, Ruthertun. That’s it.”
East stood up from the chair and nodded to Ruthertun. “Let it sit for a moon, to see if she comes to collect herself. If not, send someone to find her and inform her. I don’t want her living desolate or something,” he said as he opened the door.
“Very well, sir,” Ruthertun said with another heavy sigh as he made a note.
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