7.b.ii.
“So apparently
these booths were used for lap dances in the old days,” said Bull Market
squirming around chairs that rode up against glossy leathered walls and crowded
around a small table. “That’s why the
room’s so small. Normally there’s only
two or three chairs in here at a time. It’s
not so snug then. OH! Here it is.
Look.”
Bull Market
gestured to a television screen which hung from the wall like a framed
landscape. On it was a man making a
series of complex gestures and emphatic facial expressions. That man was Bull Market. Text scrolled across the bottom of the screen
displaying financial figures. Pie charts and graphs popped in and out of the
upper right corner.
“Watch
this. I dump a tech stock just before
the price plummets. Made a killing.”
The image
reset, displayed the same footage, but this time in slow motion. A voiceover, which was far too excited for
the material being shown, offered a play by play of the event and then went on
to examine gains figures and percentage yields.
He passed it back over to the studio and three people in slick green
blazers discussed the amazing portfolio of the man called Bull Market.
“Awesome! Wasn’t that awesome?” said Bull Market. Before any response was made, a waitress,
dressed like a very skilled secretary, arrived with food. The Union , realizing
how starved they all were, forwent politeness and etiquette and converged on
the platters like chortling pigs.
“Good God,
when did you guys last eat?” Bull Market asked.
“Thirteenth
floor,” Business Woman replied.
Bull Market
looked confused.
“What day is
this?” asked Corporate Man.
Bull Market
looked even more confused.
“I… I don’t
know,” said Bull Market. Then he
smiled. “I haven’t thought a lot about
dates and stuff. You know, with all this
money making I’ve been doing.”
“Yeah, you
mentioned that. And we saw you on the
instant replay,” said Corporate Man. “But what is this place exactly? It looks like Wall Street.”
Bull Market
laughed. “Wall Street’s like a
backwater, country road compared to this place.
Everything happens here first. If
the Dow Jones drops, or NASDAQ shows a gain, you can bet it’s because of what
we did here the day before. This is the true stock market.”
“Can you show
us?” asked Senior Executive.
“Well, yeah,
obviously. I mean you guys wouldn’t be
here if they weren’t going to let you compete.”
“Then let’s
go,” said Corporate Man.
“Wait, wait,
wait. No rush. I’m still eating,” said Business Woman.
This comment
spurred a collection of head tilts, deep sighs, eye rolls, grins, and even some
nods of approval. Those nodding followed
the gesture with an increased shoveling of food into mouth.
“Market’s
closed right now,” Bull Market said.
“It’ll open up again in the morning.”
A moment of
silence followed. As much silence as can
be expected while at a table full of heartily eating business types.
“Are there
hotel rooms on this floor?” asked Senior Executive.
“Oh yeah. Hey!
You should all come back to my suite,” Bull Market said.
“That’s
tempting, but we should get some rooms and get some sleep,” said Corporate
Man.
“I don’t know when any of us has had a chance to sleep recently.”
“No, you got
to come. Besides, these rooms are
huge. We could have them bring in a few
more beds and we’d all fit. With room to
spare.”