Erdem Kross moved through the crowd, balancing a tray of Whiskies, Red and White Wine, Champagne and orange juice, skillfully offering the right side of the tray to each of the sleek, rich businessmen talking energetically all around him in a plush office high above Canary Wharf. They never broke their conversations as he, as a mere waiter was invisible to them, yet without thinking their glass of chosen booze was always the one nearest them as they swapped an empty glass for a full one.
As they discussed dips and whirls in the markets, who was due to have a share placing, potential catastrophes in currency movements they ignored this suave, black haired, short waiter, but he did not miss a word, nor did they notice his pen microphone and miniature lapel camera, picking up every detail.
On top of that if they had known Erdem had a double first in Economics and computer sciences, along with a full qualification in International Accountancy, they would have zipped their lips. Neither would they notice if they stayed late at the office, or arrived early that the same Erdem would be hoovering away, polishing and brushing as a cleaner amongst all the trading desks, this time with another name, light brown hair, shoes that lifted him nearly 4 inches invisibly and a different way of holding himself. Cleaners were invisible too!
One job gave him the leading edge information he needed, the other the place and time to benefit from it. Over time working with his 15 year old genius at IT nephew Sarp they had developed digital dongles that gave access to the computer systems, using password carelessly exposed whilst typing them in, and wireless ways of hoovering information out of the system remotely in Erdem (the invisible) presence and even when not, that had allowed him to create his own accounts that passed every security system placed by the banks and trading houses he worked in. he then transferred money to new accounts in the Cayman Islands and Liechtenstein.
Long ago he had made his first million using all the knowledge from his academic years, couple with the insider information he continuously gleaned from his false jobs. He returned to his home in Wimbledon as Guiseppe Po leading a respectable life as a quite but not too successful life as a self employed pilot of private jets which also allowed some interesting data mining! Now due to information gleaned in the last week, about a huge and obviously illegal deal being put together by a coteries of bankers, his opportunity to make a billion dollars in one go was tantalisingly close!
This evening he was for the 1st a little nervous, as he had begun in the last few weeks to feel, still with no actual evidence that he was being followed and even anticipated in his move on the market. What he did not know was that someone with just as many degrees as him, had come up with a similar way of working and was not noticed, because now he too did not see waiter, cleaners, doormen and security people as in his heart he was already one of the privileged few!
Standing only five feet away in the bustling gesticulating crowd, Arthur Johnson a pimply youth of 25 years saw who Erdem sidled up and noted every detail ....
Over to you!
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