Picture this situation. You have just graduated. Your degree in hand, so to speak, and as you are having morning coffee you are examining your options. You have no job to go to. A classmate wants to start up a computer-based consulting business and has asked you to join him. Your apartment is paid up for one more month and three are not many good job prospects locally.
As you consider hitchhiking to Southern California and saying to heck with it, the doorbell announces someone is at from door. You open it and sign for a FedEX package. Inside the packing is notification from a highly respected national legal firm advising you that a distant relative, whose second name you had been forcibly given by your mother, has left you $7 million plus a 300-acre in southern England. The estate is self-sustaining since it produces the finest grapes for wine in the United Kingdom. There is one catch. You have two weeks in which to write a five-page letter to the lawyer advising him what you expect to do with the estate.