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Baby Durand
Yeah, but I earn my money in the US, so I figure I should have someone on this side of the border advising me.
Banks
I’m not qualified to give advice. You need a CFP.
Baby Durand
Just give me the Rebels Finance Advice package.
Three orthos had already told him he’d be better off with PT for his shoulder instead of a risky surgery, so he had appointments set up at a local clinic. If the Rebels liked what they saw after a couple of months, they were open to extending his contract for a year. Running numbers and poring over brokerage accounts would be as good a way as any to fill the rest of his time. Better than moping about the demise of his marriage and the fact he was a dead man walking in the league.
Banks
Sure, I can take a look.
Baby Durand
Sweet! Reid wants in as well. We’ll email you our latest statements.
Banks
Don’t email them! I’ll send you a secure link where you can upload them.
These kids didn’t have a clue.
Baby Durand
He ran a quick search on his phone: Certified Financial Planner qualification. If he was going to be answering more of these kinds of questions, he may as well investigate how to do it officially.
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Four months later
September
Banks left Fitz’s office and nodded at Casey, the front office assistant.
“Congrats, Dylan. Great to have you on board for next season.”
“Thanks.” He had signed a contract extension after the medical report came back, assuring the brass he had life in him yet. After four months of PT, his shoulder felt good, and so did he. Physically.
“Do you have a few moments? Coach asked if you would stop by his office before you head out.”
“Sure, I can do that.”
A few minutes later, he was outside Coach’s office, but no one was home. Crossed wires, perhaps?
“Hey, Banks! You’re back.” O’Malley stuck his head out of the player lounge. “Got a sec?”
All summer, he’d monitored the team’s group chat, hovering on the edges like a creeper. It was the usual crap: bad-mouthing the team that won the Cup that year, invites to bar meetups and cookouts for whoever was in the city, the usual flurry of pet and kid pics, and recipes (Grey was the only one who thought this was a good use of the thread).
He’d enjoyed it, though. It was nice to keep his hand in even if it felt like life was passing him by.
“Sure, what’s up?”