Rather than head for Italy, as I would have liked, my flight was set to go to California, and after two hours of delay, the jet was finally cleared for takeoff and got into the skies by 6:21 PM.
After the battles and struggles I had been through in London, I wanted to go to Ro, find Lucy, and take her out of whatever confinent she had been put in, but Denise's wisdom had postponed the fulfilnt of that desire.
"It's nice to want to save her, that is if she needs it, but you have to rember that Mike, her guardian, died not too long ago in the sa country, state, and region you've exactly been in.
If a whiff of you is to be caught in Ro or, worse off, both you and Lucy sighted, you can bet the Church will turn its full gaze on you.
You could barely handle Mike and Bettany. How will you fare against the full sight of the Church?
Rember, Mike and Bettany are likely very important personalities. Their death won't just be ignored. And then there is also Lucy, whose well-being you have to think of.
I won't ntion the issue of the foreign secretary, but you know as well as I do that no connection should ever be ford between you and that incident."
These were Denise's argunts, and they faced no hassle in winning over.
I might be passionate about my won, but I wasn't lovesick.
Rather than Italy, we were headed for Mountain View, California, USA. Ti had passed, and the day for my eting with Google's founders was on the horizon.
This was a critical event in my plans, and if I wanted to achieve my target goals, then I had to be there in person to make sure it happened how I wanted it.
I had waited and waited for Nina, hoping she would reach out and I could get to see her one more ti.
Unfortunately, though the option to make her a sugar baby remained, I could not afford to delay any longer.
It was perfect that the woman's feelings tilted and fell in my favour, but until she decided to reach out to , all I would do was have Denise keep an eye on her.
As minutes went by, it didn't take long for us to be flying in darkness and relishing the luxury of the flight. Isabella and Sophie got both themselves and one of the hostesses drunk.
Four hours into the flight, silence reigned through the craft, my two babies fast asleep, and flipping the last page of the newspaper in my hand, I looked at Denise, who was seated opposite , tapping at the keyboard of her laptop.
I fixed my gaze on Denise, observing as she worked until eventually, she looked up at .
"Is there a problem?"
"You seem like a career woman. Was there a ti you thought of having a family?"
I thought I would stir up so lancholy, but Denise remained steadfast.
"Yes. When I was in law school, I had a fiancé."
Answering , Denise slowly returned to the screen in front of her, and rather than ask any more questions, I stood up and went to the cabin in the back.
Staring at Sophie, Isabella, and the air hostess who were fast asleep, I collected a laptop and returned.
"Will she get fired?"
"Depends on what I say."
"What do you plan to say?" I asked, retaking my seat.
"I'm yet to decide, but I know Sophie is a bad influence. It's a miracle Isabella isn't already a replica of her."
Other than the one sober air hostess returning to offer us blankets and drinks, Denise and I silently went to work, and while the won did whatever evil work that benefitted , I returned to the stock market after more than a week of absence.
John Stokes' death was bound to have caused a ripple, and I had strong hopes as I went through the process of logging in.
[Charles Schwab VIP Premium account]
[Trader Na: Marcus Lawson
Account Balance: $33,000,000
Margin Balance: NOTA
Equity Value: $1,275,504,375
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Stock Holdings:
{Stock Na: Pfizerizz
Quantity: 12485 Shares
Purchase Price: $6
Current Price: $240 -> $875
Unrealized P/L: $2,696,400 -> $10,924,375}
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{Stock Na: SpideX
Quantity: 1020000 Shares
Purchase Price: $2
Current Price: $22 -> $421
Unrealized P/L: $22,140,000 -> $429,420,000}
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{Stock Na: Cocta
Quantity: 4060000 Shares
Purchase Price: $0.5
Current Price: $3 ->$26
Unrealized P/L: 12,180,000 -> 105,560,000}
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{Stock Na: Captcho
Quantity: 2100000 Shares
Purchase Price: $54
Current Price: $54 -> $92
Unrealized P/L: 113,400,000 -> 193,200,000
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{Buy initiated}
{Stock Na: Jane and Abel Pharmaceuticals (JA)
Quantity: 400000 Shares
Buy at: $76
Current Price: $1341
Unrealized P/L: 536,400,000}
Opening my account, a lot of zeroes was what first registered in my head, and it took a few seconds to begin sorting out the numbers and grinning at the realization of my gains.
Going through price history, just as I guessed, John's death had caused a tank in prices.
Many people had been selling, expecting hostilities between the US and the UK, but this had never co to pass, and prices had made a big surge.
Watching the nurous numbers, my heart tightened at how much more I could have made were I disposed to have access to my account during that critical ti.
Though I expected good gains across my stocks, there was one stock whose performance shocked —Jane and Abel Pharmaceuticals.
I could still rember being hesitant to purchase it, slightly unsure of my analysis.
By my calculation, at best, it should have given at most 13 million, but here it was, taking to the scary number of half a billion.
"What is going on in the pharmaceutical industry?" I thought, narrowing my eyes.
I understood that during this ti, promises of mind-blowing cures and solutions were still being floated about, but surely, there were still a good number of people who could think for themselves.
"Did you invest in a hedge fund?" I suddenly asked Denise.
"Yes," she answered, looking up at .
"What was our gain from it last week?"
Denise's eyes narrowed at my inquisition, but she answered.
"1.3 million dollars."
"How much did you invest?"
"50 million dollars."
"Prepare to soon withdraw all that money.
We'll be starting a hedge fund, and also, we need a fully backed-up shell company. The shell company is not an ergency, so you can take your ti."
"Okay." Denise adjusted her skirt, looking at with a raised eyebrow.
"You want us to start a hedge fund. Who will be heading it?"
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Not hiding her feelings, Denise let her doubt show on her face, and in response, I turned my laptop to her, liking how she broke character—her eyes slowly widening in shock.
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