The Greyhound Montreal to New York midnight bus is always a bizarre experience. Invariably Mennonites or Amish are denied entry into the United States. Then that rest stop at Saratoga Springs in New York is like a trip back to a 1950’s diner and the apple pie is almost worth the trip!
I arrived in Port Authority in New York at 08:00 hours and grabbed a taxi to my unit at the Dakota. I ran into Yoko Ono in the elevator and we gave each other a big hug. I didn’t much like her when John was alive but I have warmed up to her lately. I was invited to High Tea the following day with Yoko and that crazy painter friend of hers Kusama something or other?
After a quick shower and putting on the tie and suit I headed over to Bernie Maggot’s office at Bamboozle Towers on Madison Avenue. Maggot was a real dandy in the way he dressed very wealthy, eccentric and just a tad flashy. He later told me his dress style gave some comfort to his wealthy Hollywood clients.
We had a lunch of octopus curry and seaweed salad. Maggot made it clear on my reputation alone I had the job of general counsel for Fleece-Em Investment Management Company. Maggot had researched me well and knew my sizeable net wealth which he found comforting as if the rich can’t trust the rich he said the world would be going from hell to a handbasket. His previous General Counsel Johnny Beluga had “fallen out of a window” while on holidays to Russia and had met his demise. The Russian police had said a toxicology report revealed he had consumed enough vodka to kill elephant. Strange thing was Beluga was a teetotaller.
My job as General Counsel at Fleece-Em Investment Management Company was to run the corporation to the letter of the law. I had Sally Marigold and Faizal Faizal as my two junior lawyers. The salary was attractive and the work straightforward. Maggot made it clear I was to have no client interaction and was not to act as counsel or give any advice to Fleece-Em Investment Management Company’s fund management subsidiary Desfou & Charlatan High Net Worth Fund Management (Panama) Inc.
Maggot struck me as a nervous man who kept looking out his office window to the Manhattan streets below. He had a nervous flinch and a very guilty look when a police siren sounded below. It was wonderful to have a job dealing with “my kind” for once. No drug dealers, mutants, mental hospital patients and veterans many of whom needed a good shower and lots of deodorant. I was working in a pristine corporate environment clean as a whistle and not a hint of contamination! Oh the sweet virtues of Megacorp!
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