Mr. Peter sat by the window of a small guest house, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice was calm.

“Hello, Barrister,” he said. “I think it’s time to talk about my shares.”

The lawyer’s voice came through the line. “Oh, right. Your shares are going to your son, correct?”

Mr. Peter chuckled softly. “No. They’re going to my granddaughter.”

There was a short silence. “Your granddaughter? That’s quite a move, sir,” the lawyer said carefully.

“Well,” Mr. Peter continued, “I heard skipping a generation helps cut down taxes too.” He gave a small laugh. “I may be old, but I still know how to plan ahead.”

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