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Jan 12, 2010 18:23:00 GMT -5
Post by admin on Jan 12, 2010 18:23:00 GMT -5
the year is 2010, and this is new york. rich and super-rich. these are two classes beeghley associated with big homes, expensive lifestyle, and nest eggs. what beeghley neglected to mention is that the rich and the super-rich certainly have their secrets. to think of new york city is to picture the glamour of broadway, of the huge and expensive condos, and of murder, malice, and motive. of course, you wouldn't associate the last three with the rich and the super-rich... but you'd be wrong not to. beyond the white picket fences, the impossibly large walk-in closets are host to skeletons. the members of the mafia make more than four hundred thousand dollars anually, hitmen and female assassins run amock, and there is a thriving community in the black market looking to purchase human organs. oh yes, the rich and the super-rich have their secrets.
the de grazia family are one of the most influential, powerful, and feared names in new york, among both the rich and the poor. if they don't like you, or you've done something to wrong them in some way, rest assured, you won't be around for long. the de grazia's have more sway, more money, more real estate, and more power than the donald himself. though of course their money is mostly situated in offshore bank accounts, maintained by crooked accountants whose only interest with legalities is a 'you scratch my back, i'll scratch yours' mentality. meaning, the de grazia's pay them a decent amount of money for their services, and the accountant won't squeal. the de grazia family is a hard one to get into, whether you're actually blood family, or whether you're a simple petty thief. you start at the bottom and work your way up, though never past a certain point, unless you are blood family, and you're valued blood family. the de grazia family is, if you have not guessed by now, the current mafia, in nyc at this time.
a pound of flesh is a pound of gold in new york. there are so many wealthy patients dying, waiting for a new heart, liver, kidney, or lung. so, if you can pay for an organ, why not just buy the thing? ah, the organ black market. this is where people pay over $100,000 for usually stolen organs to be used in transplant for these rich, suffering souls. many a credited doctor, surgeon, and nurse have put their foot in the door in this market, used the money to pay for, say, their lovely big home in the suburbs, or their childrens' tuition at that very exclusive; $30,000 per child, per year private school. meanwhile, the organ 'donors' are those in surgery for mundane things, who, while out, lose parts of their liver, a kidney, a lung, anything salvageable, when the donor is near death, which they usually are. though there are the seedy butchers who take a heart from a live, healthy patient who was only getting their shoulder operated on...
divorce is a difficult thing. you can end up with everything, or you can end up with nothing. not even the kitchen sink. there are some lawyers in new york that will make sure you come out with the family business, the kids, the house, and everything in it, save your spouse's clothes, unless for some reason, you want to keep them. sure, you have to pay them a little bit more to hide your money in switzerland or the cayman islands, and that all important rent for the storage units four hours away, and for helping you to stage a robbery, wherein you steal your belongings and hide them in those storage units.. but hey, if you're serious, what's a few thousand more dollars. usually if you go to these lawyers, you've money to spare anyway.
picture a large mansion in the suburbs, white picket fences, several sitting rooms and living rooms, a formal dining room with a big chandelier, and a fireplace in most rooms, including the rooms belonging to young children. you would never imagine a prostitute could gain enough money to afford all this, would you? not when there are pimps to pay and a crack addiction to feed. but what if you weren't a junkie, and your services' pay went only to yourself? what if you told your children you worked at a hospital, on-call for a few nights of the week, when you were doing good elsewhere, providing pleasure for the wealthy businessmen of new york, sometimes not even having to sleep with them to get your money. what if you were payed millions of dollars per hour, when your website clearly stated that no date was to be under four hours. what if you got chocolates, custom; couture clothing, flowers, and grandiose tips just for a date. welcome to the life of a high-class escort. believe me, there are more than you would think in new york.
a yacht in the marina a few blocks away, a prime location condominium, with gold faucets and white marble flooring, this life is not one for people under the class titled super-rich by beeghley. only heirs and heiresses, high class defence lawyers, and entrepreneurs should really be able to afford it. but what if the man or woman you saw every day as you went to make withdrawals or making deposits. what if you noticed that your funds were slowly ebbing for reasons unbeknownst to you. after all, your credit cards are all paid off, your mortgage isn't an issue, as al the accountant is taking care of it for you, and you ring him once a month to check up on him... but of course your mind never would turn to think the helpful bankers had anything to do with it. so what if they just got a new, italian suit, bankers make a lot of money. but of course, they make even more so when they embezzle your funds away, dollar by dollar, though not enough to be really noticeable. why take large amounts from one account when you can take minute amounts from all of the wealthiest customers?
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