There was only one way to handle this job. The up side was extremely rewarding financially. The downside that it smacked of theft and poor judgement. It was legal, but not the highest point of commerce. Just how much money needed to assuage your guilt.
The fact that it was morally wrong didn’t really worry mark. His marks would pay and he would earn big time. Mark wondered how he’d ended up selling such an overpriced and completely bogus investment strategy.
This well orchestrated technique, that captured the eager investors was well oiled. everybody involved had a piece of the action and oiled it up even more for the next in the food chain. Mark was second from the end in this convoluted process, but he still made an obscene amount of money. He was good at oiling it up for the next step and was well rewarded for this “adding of value’ to the involuntary reaction of the marks.
Mark was ignorant
He didn’t really know much about investment, the stock market or real estate. He did know how to treat people and how to get them to agree to “not saying no” until they had all the facts. The key here was not the truth, but the facts as offered by the well oiled system. Each of the steps had a purpose and without all being applied properly the marks could well say no. All connected correctly they could do anything but say yes. they had no real choice, the system was that good.
Preparation was the key. Unsolicited phone calls, which is where mark started is progression in this trap. face to face seminars, where other participants could weed out the sensible and focus on the dim. The dim were then met in their home by another in the food chain. The food was money and everyone eat well. The man at the top gorged himself, but that was the way of things.
The next step was the face to face meet at the airport. The flights were included and were free. The marks didn’t understand that “nothing was free” and they would bemoan their naivety years later, when they woke up. Some woke up a lot earlier but they were got. They couldn’t get un got.
His job
Mark’s job was to simply meet them at the airport then drive the hapless souls about. He’d show them a good time. All the while priming them not to say no. He was a master at making people feel comfortable, compliant and malleable. The hand over from this stage was vital. The money men had the software, office space, big breasted young receptionists and the obligatory power suit and tie. They were well placed to close such a trap. These dubious individuals closed more than 85% of the get togethers. Some even had the ego to think they were like warren buffet. If was Warren was a sleazed out shark they’d be right. They gloated, preened and swayed about like very wealthy skuz buckets. They liked to get pissed a lot and one even thought gloating about buying hookers was a good thing. He was such a mentally diseased little scroat, he ended up rotting away by himself in a one bedroom apartment. His less than social drug habit would take over his life.
Mark sat at the airport, a little like he used to. The newspapers and electronic media has sussed out the system, it’s players and had warned the nation. Unfortunately for Mark, his face and his well honed script had became the main focus of the deception. His role in the system had come to an end. He had to find another job. He sat at the airport waiting for his mum and had to hide from the intrusive news cameras that found him there. His mum was well annoyed with the attention she received and smacked a cameraman with her paper. The next day she ended up making the front page of the very newspaper she’d used. Double whammy indeed.
Irrespective of the serious warnings, the dim did not hear, see or bother about the warnings. They kept coming for another 2 years or so. The head leopard of the system just changed his spots and while mixing metaphors, rose like a phoenix into another system, that’s still active today in one form or another.
Different strokes, but the same result. You have been warned ~ again.
