Swindle entered the brokerage firm with the last travel bag in his hand.
"Mister Jones," the receptionist said the momento she saw him. "Mister Van Hole is with a customer right now, but he'll be with you in a minute."
"Thanks," Swindle said and sat in the waiting room. There was a young man who was covering his face with both hands net to him. Swindle knew this young manlo conocía: he was Dale, Fake's son.
Swindle approached him and patted his shoulder.
"What's up, Del?" Swindle always called him that way (because Del was short for deluded.) "How are your RaveBook stock going?"
"They fell again," Del said sadly.
"A shame," Swindle patted Del's shoulder and said fakely.
"Yeah, but they have fallen a lot, so their Price can only increase from now on, right?"
And, before Swindle could answer, Del continued:
"And if I invest everything I have I'll get my loses back. Yeah, I'm gonna do that," Del stood up and headed to a broker's office.
"Wow, that kid doesn't know when to give up, huh?" Swindle turn to whoever said that, and it was Doug, another investor. "If it weren't for his father, he would have been broke like five times."
"That's why he can lose it all that easely, Smug," that's how Swindle called him.
"He's just a kid thinking he's at a casino. We have to know what you're doing here, we need to know how to invest."
"And speaking of investments, how's yours?" Swindle asked.
"Better than ever," Smug laughed thunderously and patted Swindle's back. "I just got all my loses back."
"Good. Just be careful of not losing them again.
Smug laughed smugly.
"Oh, Ringo, I can tell you don't know a lot about the stock market. I'm on a roll, right now. The worst thing I can do is stop investing."
"Mister Jones," the receptionist said, "Mister Van Hole's ready to see you."
Swindle took his travel bag, said good-bye to Smug with a fake smile and entered Fake's office.
"Ringo, glad to see ya!" Fake stood up, approached Swindle and hugged him theatrically. "Please, sit down."
They both did.
"And now, how much you bring me?" Fake asked.
Swindle put the last travel bag on the desk and opened it.
"Just this? You should invest more," Fake recommended. "I've already invsted a big part of all my money on ProTech stocks, and a lot of investors are starting to do the same.
"Really?" Swindle asked with a smirk.
"Yes," Fake pulled a rivas cheagal 25 bottle and two glasses from a desk drawer. He filled them and gave a glass to Swindle. "You really find the chicken with the golden eggs."
"It seems like it," Swindle said with a smirk.
And they both made a toast.