The Long Game
So I know you've been waiting for this. After all, I did leave you with a cliffhanger yesterday.
Well, maybe not a particularly dramatic one. I mentioned accountants, and there really isn't a bigger mood-killer than bringing one of those into the story. Nobody has ever heard the words my accountant called and thought things were about to get sexy. But as I said, this seemed serious.
The continuous earnings from my movies, modeling and, well, the general machinery of brand deals, partnerships and whatever else keeps all that money flooding in have to go somewhere. Apparently, it's invested, divested, projected, liquidated, yielded and hedged. At least, that's what I've been told. I mostly nod at the appropriate moments and as long as I can keep spending it on clothes, clubbing, keeping my dealer close and living where I do, I'm happy to leave the complicated bits to people who own several identical suits.
And apparently, when it comes to long-term money management, there's one thing that matters more than anything else: trust.
So when Norm called, I answered.
He told me to get over to Sonance, where apparently some sort of meeting was taking place. I have quite the portfolio in Asia, emerging markets and all that, so when word gets around that Tokyo is about to stop working altogether, people get nervous. Markets are connected. Confidence disappears. One thing collapses, another follows and before you know it everyone's talking about exposure.
I hurried over.
And, well...
It quickly became clear that Norm might know a great deal about finance, but he knows absolutely fuck all about clubs.
Because this wasn't the collapse of the financial markets. It was the collapse of human morals at best, and frankly that's just a typical Friday in my world.
The whole fuss was about Tokĩo, who for some reason had decided to stop working in corporate forever, and Sonance was throwing her a retirement party. A big one.
I say big because it went on for hours. Many, many hours. I also say big because when Norm eventually called to ask whether everything had worked out, I looked around at the abundant dangling cocks surrounding me and assured him that, from where I was standing, there really was no reason whatsoever to go short.
He seemed satisfied with that answer. So I hung up, put my phone away and decided that if this was what the market looked like tonight, I'd be riding the long game.
Thanks for that, Tokĩo.
Enjoy your retirement. I certainly did.
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