World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 148: First Practice Session With Mr Donovan

James, Connor, and Elliot stood under the shade of a large umbrella near the edge of the pavilion.

The sound of soft jazz filtered through hidden speakers, coupled with the occasional clink of glassware mixed with distant laughter as members mingled post-tournament.

"Next time, bring that same focus from the back nine to the front," Connor said, sipping from a crystal glass. "And you’ll do more than just qualify."

"I will do my best. Who knows? I might actually win the next weekly tournament," James smirked, causing Connor and Elliot to laugh.

They shared a few more words before James finally checked the time. The afternoon sun had dipped just low enough to stretch long shadows across the courtyard and it was almost time for his practice session with Mr Donovan.

"I’m heading to the practice range. I’m meeting with my trainer today," James said, slinging his golf bag over his shoulder.

Before he left, Connor pulled out his phone, and said, "Let’s keep in touch."

They exchanged contacts, with a few taps and a shared grin, and the name Connor Wells was saved in James’ phone.

After that, James walked away, making his way to practice range where he previously met up with Mr Donovan.

He turned back and noticed that Elliot and Connor were already deep in another conversation.

He smiled turned his attention back to where he was going. He was happy that the two were socialising but as for him, he had something else to focus on.

He had scanned the pavilion earlier for Donovan but hadn’t seen him. He figured the older man had either slipped away early or had gone straight to the range.

James hopes it wasn’t the later as that would reflect poorly on him — a student late for practice.

As he made his way back through the elegant paths of the club, passing rows of imported flowers and manicured hedges.

When James arrived at the quiet stretch of the practice range, only a few members were still around, taking lazy swings or chatting with their caddies.

The air was calmer here, with the buzz of the pavilion giving way to the whisper of wind and the occasional soft thwack of a club striking clean.

He set his bag down, pulled out his favorite iron — the one Donovan had commented on when they met the last time — and began to swing.

He started with light swings, choosing repetition over power.

Each swing brought back flashes of the tournament: the awkward stumbles, Connor’s calm voice guiding him, the precise mechanics Donovan had once drilled into him... and of course, that near-miss at Hole Eighteen.

As he adjusted his grip for the next swing, he remembered something important. He lowered the club and walked over to his bag, unzipped the side pocket, and retrieved his phone.

There was a call he had to make. Actually, two.

He scrolled down his phone and tapped the name: Otis Hayward, the portfolio manager that was assigned to his prime brokerage account at CityGroup.

The phone rang twice before a smooth, professional voice came through.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Zolomon. This is Otis. How can I assist you today?"

James also answered in kind.

"I want to initiate the asset transfer process. I need everything in my prime brokerage account moved to an LLC. I’d like the drafting to begin as soon as possible."

There was a slight pause on Otis’ end. Not due to hesitation, but more like a pause for thought.

"Understood, sir," Otis replied evenly. "May I ask what purpose the transfer serves? Purely for organizational restructuring or...?"

James heard the subtle curiosity beneath the question. But to Otis’ credit, he didn’t press.

"For privacy and control," James answered.

"Understood. I’ll need a few initial details to begin drafting. Name of the LLC? Jurisdiction? Any specific terms?"

James answered the basics, providing the name of the LLC and confirming that the trust it fell under was already active and offshore.

But when Otis began asking the more technical, tax-relevant questions, ones that involved nuances about cross-border asset positioning, legal liability clauses and other bullshit terms that James didn’t understand, he stopped him.

"My legal team will follow up with you directly on the technicals," he said.

Otis nodded on the line. "Very well. I’ll prepare the initial paperwork and await contact from your lawyers. Anything else you need at the moment, Mr. Zolomon?"

"No. That’ll be all."

The call ended with a few polite exchanges. James placed the phone back down and let out a breath.

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This time, he tapped the name: Mr. Harrington.

The line picked up almost immediately.

"Mr James!" the voice came, light and cheerful. "Was expecting your call. Just got confirmation from SouthPark Group on the new legal briefings. I must say, this is shaping up to be one of the more interesting restructurings I’ve worked on."

James couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he saw how excited Mr Harrington was. But he didn’t waste time as he told him the reason for his call.

"I need you to start preparing the transfer documents for the transfer of equities from a prime brokerage account to that of the investment LLC. I will send the information on the stocks to you later."

"Ok, I will immediately get to it after you have given me the necessary information," Harrington said with enthusiasm.

"And on that note, the transfer documentation for both properties — the Manhattan complex and the Beverly Hills property — are nearly complete. I’ll bring them for signing once everything is polished and notarized," he added.

"Perfect." James nodded in satisfaction

"Anything else?"

"Not for now. I will contact you later and give you the contact of my portfolio manager, and he will give you the necessary informations," James replied.

After that, they exchanged pleasantries before James ended the call.

James immediately texted Mr Harrington, Otis’ contact, before he slid his phone back into the side pouch of his bag and stared at the open range.

That was done. The process of consolidating his holdings under the trust had begun and once the assets were moved, the LLC would act as the managing entity for all his assets.

He smiled and let out a long, steady breath.

Now, there were only two major things left to deal with now — the McCullens and the crypto project he was building with Ralph.

And both would require both focus, and a different kind of ruthlessness.

Both are already underway and being taken care of by those that he trusts to take care of them.

It was time like this that James couldn’t help but appreciate having trustworthy people to help him get things done. Especially Ralph.

James smiled as he pushed the distracting thought to the back of his head. He would come back to them later, but as for now, he has to let them go.

He returned to the green and resumed swinging. Each motion was steadier than the last. The grip, the pivot and the controlled follow-through and every repetition saw him getting better at it. No matter how slight.

And that was when a voice called from behind him.

"Adjust your back shoulder. You’re still collapsing your follow-through."