Arthur Nelson Protected His Wyoming Mountain Cabin with a Trust
He didn’t look like a man who had just apologized; he looked like a foreman estimating the cost of a demolition.
I took a bite of the egg, which was slightly burnt on the edges, and wondered how long he could keep up this performance.
“Bula says you’ve been putting in long hours,” I said.
“The market in Denver is highly competitive right now, but I have several contingency plans in play,” he said, drying his hands on a clean kitchen towel.
He checked his watch again, the screen lighting up with a brief blue glow before fading.
“We just need to ensure our assets are positioned correctly to leverage new opportunities.”
“This cabin is not an asset for leverage,” I said.
“It is a residence, Arthur, but every piece of real estate has a broader valuation in the current market,” he said.
He poured himself a mug of coffee, leaving the pot on the cold counter instead of back on the burner element.
