iamthey Posted April 18, 2010 Report Share Posted April 18, 2010 The day had proceeded as one might have expected it to. He had received a notification that afternoon from an overseas bank alerting him of the recent deposit made by Sophia Morgan. A marginal sum of 250,000 credits but every little bit counted, he thought. He had told Marc about the studies he intended to undertake, but failing to comprehend the look of incredulity and the doubtful sentiment, he had disregarded the encounter. Beyond this on the periphery of his mind was the matter of Andrew Mier. He was unsure what he felt about the outcome; he had expected pride, perhaps even a sense of civic duty- but it didn't come this time, the emptiness and... boredom of his existence persisted. He wasn't sure when he had realized it, perhaps it was the day after his first kill, or maybe it was a week ago, but now he was sure: he had to find something else. Silently he sat at the rear of his limousine mindlessly manipulating and moving the recent deposit by the Morgans though a series of shell corporations, sales, and investment funds. There was never a ways to completely disconnect the payment from himself, but he could make the trail convoluted, and confusing; virtually connecting it to hundreds if not thousands of others, some with even more questionable reputations and some who are especially unlucky possessing no alibi for the morning of the murder. When he was satisfied he pulled up his own portfolio allowing the fairly significant figure to run the length of the transparent touch pad, ¥10,938,471,214.80. It paled next to the astronomical wealth held in trust by his grandfather, the Magistrate, but none the less this was wealth he himself had pooled out and created on his own, not something he had been given. Then a burst of thought, perhaps he'd return to finance... a short term solution, a vapor cloud of escape, the response and associated metaphor that his mind delivered. He wasn't sure. At that he closed the portfolio, and pulled up his contact list. Scanning it he found the name was looking for and selected 'call'. It took only a moment for the voice on the other end to answer. Michael made no attempts to introduce himself. "A year ago you offered me a position at your firm...No I have not reconsidered, but I do have another proposition in mind...Yes, an investment group, small, selective, large accounts, large reputations, high returns...Yes a hedge fund...International...No oversight, unregistered, limited liability, and publicly unconnected to myself...I do not care how you set it up, all I am saying is, you find me the clients, you give me a line of credit, you give me a work space and staff, and I will get the job done." Allowing the line to go dead, Atrevier relaxed back into his seat allowing the now inactive polymer pane to rest on the cushion beside him. The idea was not fully conceived, but even at this point he could see the rough outlines of what he would do. It would be unstoppable, and it would be too late before anyone could unravel it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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