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Seriously, rule number fucking one on Wall Street should really be never to disparage the fucking back office. Because they will fucking make or break you.
Anyways, I really hope your eyes aren't glassing over at this point with my explanation.
I had to give you a little bit of a rundown so you could understand what I was doing sitting here.
Today's the day.
Today's the day that we're going to make the first $450 million dollar investment into Dirty Lil' Angels.
Take it from a cottage shop run out of Natalie's living room and Facebook and make it into one of the leaders in the sex toy appliance manufacturing. In the matter of six fucking months, they'll be the Apple or Samsung of fuck toys.
Treasury is going to be releasing the funds once my CFO approves it. There's a long chain of corporate governance here.
First my CFO has to approve the release of the funds to Treasury. That's when Treasury approves the payments to the bank. That's when our accounts with Carter Jeffries get funded. These accounts then flow into the bank accounts that have been set up for Dirty Lil' Angels. And then Natalie sees the money in those accounts, and it's when she knows she's been funded.
But when will our CFO approve the funds?
Only when he gets the green light from our bankers downtown that in the event of any catastrophic loss that doesn't include negligence that we have insurance and are hedged and covered for these investments.
See, it's our money, sure. But right now it's sitting in bank accounts that are insured by the Federal government. So if the bank ever goes bust, the Federal government pays for the deposits we have in there.
But once we move the money we need to make sure that the banks are willing to honor that insurance guarantee even if the entity name has been changed and the money sits in a Dirty Lil' Angels account instead of a Hard Times account. If we don't get the guarantee that the bank is willing to guarantee the deposit insurance of our funds, we're not moving shit.
So right now, all this comes down to a fucking waiting game.
Natalie has already signed all the relevant paperwork. She's dotted her i's and crossed her t's.
The banks are all taken care of too. Drake has been working on that, convincing them about the viability of this deal. This way, the less skittish the banks are about the underlying business, the more willing they are to keep extending their insurance to us. Which allows us to lend money while still keeping our credit lines intact to pay for things like payroll and rent.
Yeah, it's all one big fucking house of cards, isn't it?
That's why when one piece of it comes crumbing down, the whole thing starts to teeter.
But when one piece of it starts making money, the whole thing shoots into orbit.
This is going to be so fucking great too. We're gonna make so much fucking money. And then I'm gonna take that money, get hundreds of $100 bills and shower Natalie with it. She's going to be naked on the bed as I make money rain down on her.
Then I'm going to take her gorgeous body and lay her down on the bed.
I'm going to spread her legs and lift them up, exposing that beautiful waxed pussy to my hungry fucking gaze.
I'm going to enjoy that view, as Natalie's naked fucking tits are covered in dollar bills and her legs are spread open. I'm going to take my cock and glide it across her slit, teasing those puffy pussy lips till she's moaning for me to take her.
Don't forget Drake either.
I want him running his cock across her face on the other side of her. I want to lift her up as we both fuck her. Pass her around like an object. Just use her for our lust. Completely fucking dominate her and pound her pussy and ass so fucking hard that by the time we're done with her she's just a whimpering mass of flesh.
Her nerves should be so shot with pleasure that she's quivering.
I growl to myself thinking of what I'm going to do to her. What Drake is going to do to her. What the both of us are going to do to her.
Once the damn money comes through.
I look to guys sitting at the Treasury desk. I'm standing right next to them. The Vice President of the team looks at me and gulps. He knows we're behind schedule.
"We still haven't gotten the okay to go from--" he's about to finish but I cut him off.
"If the CFO of this Firm hasn't given the green light, I'm not telling you to do shit," I tell the Treasury guy. He sighs visibly. No doubt he thought I was going to tell him to break some sort of rules and transfer the money.
