Investment
The act of giving up present purchasing power to gain greater assets in the future. The person who does this is called an 'investor'.
The holy land of those investors.
It happens often on Wall Street.
The convergence of one's assets to zero.
'Most people don't think it will happen to them.'
Neither did I.
One trillion dollars.
That's the total amount of assets I manage. Even though its value has decreased since the hyperinflation that reshaped the world, it's still an enormous sum. Moreover, since I'm using leverage, I actually manage more than 10 times that amount.
That high leverage became a snare.
No, it was caught.
The danger of leverage.
Of course, I couldn't possibly be unaware. In a normal situation, I would never make such a mistake.
If it were a normal situation.
"Get the head in here."
"I said call your head! That bitch who conspired behind the scenes."
Twenty years since I jumped into the stock market. I've learned a lot through knowledge, but there are things that can't be explained by knowledge. It's the latter that has allowed me to survive on this treacherous ice.
That intuition screams like crazy.
'No, it's undeniable.'
There's just no concrete evidence. But there are more than one or two trivial pieces of evidence and suspicions. All the circumstances point to one fact.
Still, if they deny it, there's nothing I can do.
We've already come this far. The goal they so desired must have been achieved.
A non-face-to-face video conference. The face that suddenly appeared on the bottom left is familiar.
'You were watching it all, you sly bitch.'
Rachel Bigger.
She's a female hedge fund CEO with striking bright blonde hair and pure white skin. Because of her appearance, she's also called the Witch of Wall Street.
But the real reason is her performance. The fund she manages has consistently yielded more than double the market return every year, achieving magical growth.
"Tyranny? So you conspired to bring me down, is that it?"
On the surface, yes. I know the truth. The reason she could succeed so quickly in the dangerous Wall Street.
'She probably mobilized every connection she had through her family.'
The Rothschilds.
A Jewish family with immense influence in American politics and business. She is a descendant of that lineage. I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for a chance encounter.
"Help me?"
It's a super-large fund. And considering my abilities, I can withstand even a major storm. My predictions were wrong five more times. I clearly understand why the market's movements were so abnormal.
Crunch!
No, I knew everything and prepared for it. Yet, I couldn't stop it. The money and power her family possesses are that immense.
"Shut up."
"Shut up because you're not at a level to butt in."
<...>
My account manager. Even BOA, where Andrew is the head of sales, is a 10 trillion dollar bank. Even that is just one word. In this massive scam orchestrated by that damned bitch.
"Do you want to cause a second subprime mortgage crisis? This won't end with just me."
"You moved the White House just to screw me over? You're really overstepping your bounds, aren't you?"
The subprime mortgage crisis. It was a major event around 2008 when the world economy was shaken by the collapse of subprime banks. The impact Americans felt was said to be comparable to Korea's IMF crisis.
It might happen again. My fund's managed assets are comparable to those of the subprime banks at that time. If it's liquidated in an instant, the repercussions are bound to be enormous.
'This cunning bitch.'
Humans learn. Even animals do, and America, the center of the world, even more so. Institutional safeguards are in place. They prevent situations beforehand and minimize the impact if something does happen.
She goes a step further. Knowing my fund would be liquidated, she likely created liquidity in advance and secured policy cooperation. It's almost like the Truman Show. A national fraud of this magnitude.
The reason she went to such lengths to screw me over.
"What?"
It's personal feelings. So, that damned bitch moved funds and power on a national budget scale just to drag me into the abyss.
'Haa...'
I knew it would come to this someday. That the end of this damned ill-fated relationship was ruin.
"Hey, you fucking bitch."
<...Yes? What did you say?>
"Is there anything you acknowledge in your life other than the house prices in your neighborhood? You're the kind of woman who talks back to the Fed chairman. Ultimately, you're saying you used your connections to screw me over because you envied me."
I was declared ruined as an investor. The scariest person in the world is someone who has nothing to lose.
'This fucking bitch, seriously!'
Twenty years ago. Both she and I had a connection when we were still very young.
"Your vulgarity is probably what you look like in bed."
We slept together once. It's something that can happen between a man and a woman. The one miscalculation was:
'What virgin at that age, for fuck's sake!'
Of course, it was delicious back then. There's nothing as delicious and rare as a well-bred virgin. Playing with a stuck-up woman and leaving my mark. It's the most rewarding moment in a man's life.
"Your virginity was damn delicious, you bitch."
A powerful high-pitched sound that makes me involuntarily frown. For a moment, I thought my eardrums had burst. Even in that situation, there's something I can't take my eyes off. Rachel, her face was bright red.
It seems her face is flushed for the first time in a while. I think she had a similar expression when I first put it in her.
'It's my eternal regret that I didn't turn off the lights and eat her up.'
It's an old story, anyway. There's no evidence left. And she'd never admit it herself.
But her expression is the most vivid proof. The Witch of Wall Street, famous for her poker face, has lost all composure.
"This bitch was so rude when I first met her, but after tasting my dick, kyaaa~."
"Why are you reacting like that? If it's nonsense, you should just ignore it."
I enjoyed it for a while. She's a beauty you'd see in Hollywood, with a great body and clear skin. Of course, there are many beautiful women. What in the world can't money buy?
But intelligent virgins are rare to find.
'...I didn't know I'd choke on it.'
The problem was that she was too smart, incredibly smart. I even thought the family talk was a joke back then.
"A-aren't you going to take responsibility? No way?"
Immense obsession. She acted like the world was ending just because she lost her virginity. I ignored her appropriately and cut off contact. That's how this long and bad relationship began.
"You're admitting things well today, besides house prices."
<...Shut up.>
That's when it started. When I started being repulsed by virgins.
'Because of this bitch, I don't even eat kimchi from noble families.'
Prestigious family + virgin. It's reaching the point of PTSD. Why hold onto it forever when you can just forget it?
Crunch!
In the end, it came to this. One trillion dollars? What angers me more is the reality that I lost to this girl.
"..."
She was grunting like a sow. Unfortunately, Rachel's words weren't wrong.
Crunch!
Candy. I eat sugar when I'm stressed. It's also necessary given the nature of intellectual work. It's a bit excessive. Especially lately, I've had a lot of stressful things happening.
'Fuck.'
It's an excuse. I've been getting fat even before that. I'm completely different from my younger days.
"What are you saying, old hag with saggy tits?"
Rachel is the same. She's faded. Time's traces cannot be avoided. Wrinkles have deepened, and her jawline has thickened. No matter how advanced cosmetic technology is, there's a limit to hiding it.
Despite that, the aura of a beauty that cannot be concealed still flows from her. The experience gained with age adds to her dignity.
"So the vulgarity is the sound you make when you're getting fucked."
Such changes over time. It's a bad relationship that can only feel worse because I know about it. To think that a grumpy old maid would block my path.
That long relationship, too.
"This bitch is usually picky, but in bed, she can be so submissive. When a dick is in her, she just can't move."
It will end. The world here is all about money. I've lost astronomical seed money.
"Why are you feeling hot thinking about the old days? Do you want to get fucked again?"
<...I want to bury my past, when I was once associated with you, as a dark history.>
The Witch of Wall Street. She, who created a new market fear called "Five Witches' Day," cannot control her emotions. Her long eyelashes tremble. She bites her lower lip, desperately suppressing her emotions.
"If you help me, maybe."
"If you shoot a sex video, I mean. It would be material that could boost Pornhub's stock price by 3 times in the short term, no, if we play the media well, even 10 times."
A rare sight. If it went online, it would definitely be a significant issue among investors.
'She must be pretty anxious.'
I don't particularly want to harm her. Even if I, in my current state, talked, no one would believe me. I just wanted to do it one last time. Bantering with her that brings back old memories.
"Can I say just one more thing?"
"Your pussy was amazing."
And the real "eating." It's my eternal regret that I couldn't hit that arrogant bitch's ass.
'Men are creatures who want to act tough in front of women.'
A comeback? That's only when things are somewhat stable. Even I, who have experienced all sorts of hardships, feel completely drained on a day like today. That's why I teased her.
In fact, it was me who was screaming. Work requires passion.
'It's not that I lack money.'
Even if I lost 99.99% of my money, I'm still a Wall Street mogul who has accumulated wealth that ordinary people can only dream of. Just this alcohol in front of me.
Macallan 1946.
Macallan. A luxury whiskey called the Rolls-Royce of whiskey. And this is an extremely rare vintage among Macallans. There were 3,000 bottles worldwide, but they have been consumed over a long time, and now only 1 bottle remains. Its value is, literally.