Why didn't Elena Ambrosiadou come to me? She should have come to me. I would have helped her delve into the private lives of her degenerate ex-employees. I'll help any financial femme fatale in need - as long as she's reasonably open to my suggestions/advances. I don't seek payment. Just love and affection. Maybe a little cuddle after a few whiskies. That's enough for any hard-boiled shaman in this cold world of ours.
For those who don't know and may not even care because they're (you're?!) so wrapped up in themselves (yourself?!) and hardly take an interest in anything that goes on, Elena Ambrosiadou, chief executive of hedge fund Ikos, has been accused of espionage. Certain ex-employees of hers (who will remain nameless because they sicken me and I can't bear to mention their wretched names) were involved in activities outside the magical reality of finance, such as we have come to know it. Obviously, this couldn't stand. They had to be investigated by someone like Sam Spade. And so the ruthless and cynical (but old-fashioned, let's face it) Mr Bogart gathered all the evidence, presented it to the lovely yet dangerous Elena, and the rest is history.
I would have been more subtle. Slug from a .45? No! That's old school. 'Somewheres in life, kid, you got turned around.' I don't care! Me, I would have hovered above the suspects in my astral form. All invisible, like. They wouldn't have known nothing about it. No court cases. No stories in the press. Elena could have avoided so much pain, so much expense. If only she had come to me ...
For those who don't know and may not even care because they're (you're?!) so wrapped up in themselves (yourself?!) and hardly take an interest in anything that goes on, Elena Ambrosiadou, chief executive of hedge fund Ikos, has been accused of espionage. Certain ex-employees of hers (who will remain nameless because they sicken me and I can't bear to mention their wretched names) were involved in activities outside the magical reality of finance, such as we have come to know it. Obviously, this couldn't stand. They had to be investigated by someone like Sam Spade. And so the ruthless and cynical (but old-fashioned, let's face it) Mr Bogart gathered all the evidence, presented it to the lovely yet dangerous Elena, and the rest is history.
I would have been more subtle. Slug from a .45? No! That's old school. 'Somewheres in life, kid, you got turned around.' I don't care! Me, I would have hovered above the suspects in my astral form. All invisible, like. They wouldn't have known nothing about it. No court cases. No stories in the press. Elena could have avoided so much pain, so much expense. If only she had come to me ...
