I am not a specialist in dynastic trusts, but I am trying to learn more. Presumably, all of Audrey's inheritance, comprising most of the world's wealth, will be in a perpetual trust, to serve her and her descendants. I know Master Jack is a Secular Priest, a wise and virtuous man (it says so in his professional bio, and he has written several books, some on virtue, some on wisdom, and some on both; some drawing on Eastern Religion, some on the Judeo-Christian Tradition; some on Dante, some on Virgil, some on Chaucer, and no one has ever said he isn't wise and virtuous, nor questioned his taste; after all he has a high school diploma from Gunnery, and a BA from Yale, graduating with a B average, as an All American fullback for the Bulldogs), who will mentor Audrey to be a better person, but how can a trust beneficiary ever be more than a cost of doing business, a net cash outflow, for the Bank of Wealth Bondage?
With a dynastic trust, isn't the point to serve Assets Under Management and Heirs forever, using accepted corporate protocols, and generating profit comparable with commercial lending, mortgages, credit cards, and payday loans? What will happen, then, when Audrey learns that a controlling interest in all the world's wealth, which she is counting upon to own, rule, and save the world, is actually "administered" for her by Master Jack, in an account she cannot touch? If she pitches a fit, is she then "the designated patient," and Master Jack her wise counsel? When she becomes a "good trust beneficiary," how will that save the world, rather than just making it easier for Wealth Bondage to rule it and her? I have to figure this out, because how, other than in funding a dynastic trust, can Tess's story end?
I guess, it is fine. You can't change the world. Wealth Bondage pays my bills, too. And if it were not for the cross-subsidy from the Private Client Group, I would not have this job at Gifthub. I would be back to handing out towels in the sauna, turning tricks behind the Dumpster, or offering moral advice pro bono publico, while squeegeeing car windows outside the Bank of Wealth Bondage.