(Follows Biebe: Thanksgiving)
Part 1 Temporary Week
The Thorne’s, Max and Connie flew back to London after their Thanksgiving trip to Maine at John and Donna’s house on Sunday. The Thorne’s went home to their house in Battersea, and Max and Connie went to his flat. Max had promised to get John out of his financial crisis by investing $100,000 of his own money and growing it to its maximum and transferring the profit to John. It was a generous offer on Max’s part, and the risk was entirely his own. Success depended on manipulating the market to his own end, a practice possibly illegal, and at the least unethical. Max, however, had performed this maneuver once before at his bank and learned a few things about the people employed there. They were all greedy bastards.
It would take him a few days to get things in place and to cover his arse should the need arise. He was focused and concentrated and after two days of this and a frantic call from her father regarding her sister’s bookkeeping, Connie decided to go home.
“You know the reason he won’t hire a bookkeeper,” Connie said on the way to Heathrow, “he can’t account for it all. Questions would be asked about where the real source of his profit came from.”
“I have no sympathy for him at all, he makes an illegal wine.”
“It’s not actually illegal, he just can’t sell it on the open market.”
“What’s the difference?”
“A fine line.”
Max had never stopped to consider what he was doing with the market was very close to what Connie’s father was doing. It was always the end result for him, but due to a dispute over using Max’s grapes for the wine her father sold at an enormous profit, he was blind to the similarities.
“I’m going to miss you terribly, Connie.”
“You won’t even know I’m gone. You barely recognized me in bed last night.”
“Bollocks, I knew who you were,” Max grinned and reached over and picked up her hand and kissed it.
“How long do you think it will be before you’ll be able to come home?”
“I’m thinking first part of next week, all going well.” He pulled his Aston Martin up to the passenger drop off and jumped out retrieving Connie’s bags and delivering them to a sky captain. He kissed her good-bye and was back on the road heading for London.
Having got all his ducks in a row, Max presented himself to the bank manager and was greeted with a hardy handshake. He explained what he wanted to do in the best terms he could manage, but the manager knew exactly what he wanted…access to the trading floor.
“You know, Mr. Skinner the offer is still open, and even more so now because my group leader has left us. We have someone acting as leader on the floor now, but…well you can imagine.”
Max smiled a little smile, “I don’t mind filling in whilst I’m in London, but I’m a winemaker now.” He knew the longer he had access to the floor the more money he could make, not only for himself and John, but also the bank and it’s investors.
“How long do you plan to stay in London?” he asked.
“I thought a week.” Max replied.
The manager’s face fell, “You couldn’t perhaps extend that week, at least until I can find a replacement?”
“Let’s give it that week and then we’ll see,” Max smiled and shook his hand. He was to start on Thursday.
Max left the bank and stopped for a drink, he was now wishing Connie hadn’t left, he had no one to play with. He checked his watch and decided to call Terry Thorne. Terry was now working in the London office of Securities International, the company he owned. Terry agreed to meet him for a drink at a pub they both knew.
With drinks in hand they found a table, “So you’re a working slob now eh?” Terry said.
“Temporarily anyway. I almost feel obligated to help them out, they do accommodate me.”
“You’re such a nice guy,” Terry smiled and took a drink from his glass. “How long do you plan to be employed?”
“I don’t really know for sure, I gave them a week.”
“What does Connie think about this?”
Max winced, “She doesn’t know. She went home yesterday and I’ve not called her today.”
“I got the impression she doesn’t much care for London.”
“She used to live here with her ex-husband, lived here for six years and never felt at home.”
“But she’s at home in France isn’t she?”
“Yes oddly enough she is. Speaks the language fluently.”
“Unfortunately I’m going to have to break out my Spanish, I’ve got a trip coming up next week. Dino is setting up a meeting with the South American branch in Miami. I just found out about it today and I haven’t broken the news to Toni yet.”
“How long will you be gone?”
“Probably a week, weekend to weekend.” Terry leaned back in his chair, “why don’t you keep her company.”
“Are you serious?”
“I’d rather ask you than have you do it on your own, you know what I’m saying?”
“You don’t trust me at all do you, Terry?”
“About as far as I can throw you.”
“You’re about to hurt my feelings, and I was having good thoughts about you, invited you for a drink.”
“No harm intended, I just know you.”
“I’m beginning to think you don’t trust anybody. This all started with Jack didn’t it?”
“Maybe, for the first time I faced the possibility of losing her, and I’m not going to let that ever happen again.”
“Well, brother, let me put your mind at rest, I’m not going to do anything that would cause me to lose Connie. My life is in France with her, not here in London. I shall be temporarily employed and temporarily with Toni. Now, may I buy you the other half?”
“You didn’t buy the first half.”
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