Date: January 4th, 2011 11:28 AM Author: marvelous ladyboy
while taking a drag on a 300.00 cigar, he looks at his 61 in flat panel, then his diamond crusted cuff-links, and says to him self, we finally made it. this is the american dream. some people see it and cower. some people see it and seize it. i saw it and took it.
"I'm sorry, Mandy, but we simply can't do Monaco twice this year," Fish said as he walked across the marble foyer of his country villa. "I already told you that I'm headed to Dubai for the conference in August, I just don't see how we will squeeze it in." As he strolled into the library, Fish perused the business section of the newspaper, roughly calculating his losses in the market dive the afternoon before. Not as bad as he'd initially estimated, it turns out. "Hrmmm, guess I'll be keeping the Ducati," he chuckled as he tossed the paper aside and poured a glass of Macallan.
As he sipped the Macallan and slumped down into his leather couch, Fish's head was racing from the events of the past weeks. Moscow. London. Hong Kong. The firm's biggest deal in years, and he'd put in his pound of flesh over the holidays and so had his associates. Now it was time for a bit of well-deserved relaxation. As he was pondering the possibility of an impromtu ski trip ("Aspen? Hmmm... I dont think anyone is in Aspen right now...") his Blackberry buzzed in his pocket.
"Hello?" he answered. "Yes, this is Fish. What? Citibank? Loans?.... Well, yes, I suppose it's possible... Yes, of course, I'll look into it immediately." He hung up.
He quickly speed-dialed Rodney, his financial advisor and accountant.
"Rodney....Fish. Yeah. I got a call from Citibank. Are my student loans not taken care of yet?.....No?.... Well how much?......I see... Let's just finish them off, shall we?... Oh, I dunno, can you just pull from the Cayman accounts?..... Yes, I know I'll take a hit on the taxes, but to be honest I'd just prefer to to have this taken care of ASAP...Great, can you send the check today?... Right...Good... Thanks." He hung up the phone and walked over to the window, gazing out across 100 acres of perfectly manicured Bermuda Grass towards the horizon.
"Yes," he thought, taking a slow sip from his glass, "a ski trip would be perfect, I think."
Date: January 4th, 2011 12:33 PM Author: marvelous ladyboy
It began to rain. It was not the grey, melancholic oppressive rain of the old country, but a cleansing, life affirming rain. the TMF's family prospects had turned positively in an improbable manner. He was, as he often reminded himself, just one generation removed from the destruction of his grandfather's prosperous farm at the hands of the politburo. He would be calling the shots now.