Chapter 9: Harper Management Fund
Chapter 9
The next morning, Charlie was already at the kitchen table, a pen in one hand and a notepad in the other. He stared at the numbers, lips pressed tight in concentration.
"Alright," he muttered, scribbling down the first line. "5.814 million for Jake... and me."
He paused and wrote the next line. "2.971 million for Alan."
Then, tapping the pen thoughtfully, he added, "5 million for Mom."
I walked in mid-calculation, grabbing a bowl of cereal. "Working on the split?"
Charlie nodded. "Just trying to be fair. We round it to 19.6 million total. Before taxes, of course."
Alan entered next, still in his pajamas, hair a mess. He glanced at the notepad and nodded, with a smile in his face
"Yeah, that's about right," he said calmly. "I did the same math last night. Many times. Then once again this morning."
"Might as well face reality now," Charlie replied. "IRS is gonna take a chunk."
He scribbled again. "So if we assume about a quarter goes to taxes... that's 4.9 million off the top."
I leaned in, watching him calculate. "Leaves us with 14.7 million."
