7.b.v.
As it turned
out, Bull Market’s wish was granted.
Partially. There was only one
available room left when the Union made their accommodations
so it was decided that the ladies would get their own suite and the guys would
bunk in with the Bull.
Bull Market
found this slightly disappointing, and more dissatisfaction came his way when his
much anticipated guests began falling asleep during the second replaying of his
bright and shining fiscal moment.
Disappointed, he gave up and they all turned in for the night.
He woke them
in the morning with a vast, room service catered breakfast during which they
watched the replay of his successes of the previous day complete with analysis
of same and forecasts for the coming day.
Bull Market had taken the liberty of having the Union ’s
clothes laundered and pressed during the night so they would all be fresh and
clean and sharp for the days trading. Couldn’t
go in with blood stains and torn fabric after all.
“Why don’t you
come with us?” said Corporate Man.
“What do you
mean?” asked Bull Market.
“Well, we
aren’t here to trade stocks, we’re trying to get to the top. Find the man upstairs if you will, the one
responsible for it all,” said Senior Executive.
“Are you
kidding? This is the biggest and best
thing that’s ever happened to me. I’ve
never made more money,” said Bull Market.
“Yeah, we get
that,” said Business Woman. “But when
are you gonna go home and do something will that money?”
Bull Market
looked puzzled. He’d never considered
this. “I don’t know. When they ask me to leave, I guess. I mean, I can’t stop now, right? I’m winning.
I’m on a roll. You’ll see. Let’s head to the floor and take up
positions. Once you feel that buzz,
score that first big trade, then you’ll see.”
