your father has explained to me about the business you two will be starting. I assume youâre okay with all this?â
I think I hesitated for just a second. Then I looked at my dad. He was looking straight at me. âSure,â I finally said. What was the point in owning up to any doubts now?
âAnd the loan?â
I looked at my dad. Heâd mentioned the loan but we hadnât really discussed it, and I didnât exactly know why I was part of it. My dad saw the confusion on my face.
âThe loan,â he began. âI need more than $60,000 to start the business properly, Brandon.â
âThen why didnât you just ask for all the money?â I blurted out. Not that I really wanted to be any deeper into this. I just didnât know why he needed even more money.
âWell,â he said. âBecause it is your money. Youâre putting up enough. We borrow the rest from the bank.â
âAnd your investments,â Cranmore added as he leaned in my direction, âwill act as collateral for the loan.â
I didnât understand the word âcollateralâ but decided not to show off my ignorance.
âI didnât want to use the house for that,â my dad added.
I wondered why this hadnât been fully discussed. I was thinking now of those lottery disaster stories now. Some of those winners had borrowed moneyâdespite the fact that they had millions. Why were we borrowing money?
âHow much is the loan?â I asked Cranmore instead of my dad.
âA hundred,â he said.
âA hundred?â
âThousand,â my dad added, looking at my uncertainty.
Cranmore cleared his throat and looked at me. âYouâll have to sign for withdrawal of the sixty and then on the loan for the hundred. And then weâre going to talk about how you begin to make money on your money. Thatâs the fun part.â
The fun part? I knew I was in way over my head and was pissed at my father for not fully explaining what this was all about. But I had to trust him, right? He was my father. And I didnât want to embarrass him or meâshowing off my lack of knowledge. And this was a reputable bank, right? It wasnât like we were borrowing from a loan shark. And I didnât want to use my home asâwhat was it?âcollateral.
âIf he ... or we ... canât pay back the loan, then what?â I asked.
âThat wonât happen, Brandon,â my dad said.
âBut suppose it did?â I asked Len.
âThen the bank would accept some of your investments to cover it.â
âAcceptâ seemed like the wrong word. But I got the point.
âAnd we pay the bank interest on whatâs borrowed?â
âThatâs correct,â Cranmore said. âBut because you are one of our preferred clients, we can give you just two points over prime.â
Two points over prime? He made it sound like âthe bankâ was doing us a huge favor.
I felt a little like I did at school so often, when Iâd be taking a test in something and Iâd read the question and didnât have the slightest clue as to what it was asking. It was like that. I sensed a wave of panic rising up in me and then I looked at my father.
He looked at me, nervous and hopeful. This was his dream. His big break. Heâd been talking about âgetting luckyâ all my life. I couldnât back down now.
âIâm good with all that,â I said.
âGreat,â Cranmore said. âHereâs the paperwork for you to sign. You can take it home first and read it if you want.â
I turned to my dad, âYouâve already read all this?â
He sheepishly nodded, yes.
âThen Iâm cool.â And I signed everythingâfour copies of each. One for me. One for my dad. Two for the bank. Cranmore seemed pretty happy about everything.
âNow for the fun part,â he said.
I was wondering if there would