Arthur Nelson Protected His Wyoming Mountain Cabin with a Trust
He tapped his smart watch, checking the screen before looking up at me.
“We need to put some structure around this living arrangement, Arthur,” Cornelius said.
“You have a place to sleep,” I said, leaning against the kitchen door frame.
He tapped the paper with his index finger.
“A temporary stay does not satisfy our physical presence requirements,” he said. “This is a joint tenancy agreement.”
I looked at the bold black letters at the top of the white page.
“I do not sign joint agreements on my property,” I said.
Cornelius leaned back in the chair, his face perfectly still and expressionless.
“You have a six-figure asset sitting here,” Cornelius said. “It is unencumbered.”
“It is my home,” I said.
“It is a legal entity that can secure our family’s transition,” Cornelius said.
He slid the paper two inches closer to my side of the table.
“Sign it, and we can restructure our Denver obligations by Monday morning,” he said.
I did not touch the paper.
