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Climbing the Ladder 5 - Reaching New Heights

Copyright© 2026 by Michael Loucks

Chapter 66: Propositions

Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 66: Propositions - Jonathan's business life is booming, but he's also suffering from yet another loss. While he's done his best to pick up the pieces of that sundered relationship, he can't help but feel responsible. However, where two close relationships have withered, another blooms. Violet has transitioned from a badly damaged girl to a vibrant woman. Will he continue to climb this ladder, or will there be another ladder to climb in his future? No matter what, the only direction he plans to go is up.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Workplace  

November 8, 1984, Chicago, Illinois

Thursday was a routine day, with the only real news being a quarter-point cut in the discount rate, yielding a Prime Rate of 11.75%. The market effectively yawned at that, as it had been priced in. A couple more cuts similar to that, or better, a couple of half-point cuts, would kick the market into gear, and we could earn some serious returns.

Late in the afternoon, Tony came in to discuss the plans for the new country and region reports. He provided exactly what I needed to speak to Noel, so I called Julie to see if Noel had time for me. Given that the markets were closed, and it was after 5:00pm in New York, he did, so I went right up. Julie directed me in, and Noel was just hanging up when I stood at his desk.

"I have a pair of proposals," I said.

"How much is this going to cost me?" he asked with a knowing smile.

"About a hundred grand, loaded operational costs."

"What do I get for my money?"

"Regularly updated country and regional reports — I mean in-depth stuff, that covers economic, political, and social trends. We'd directly cover the top fifteen global economies, and then have regional reports for others. The bulk of the money is for an analyst with a degree in political science, international relations, or history. The rest of the money, and it's a small part, would be for a Summer intern."

"Your desk or Research?"

"Research. It'll give us a pool of people to consider as they graduate from college."

"Don't you risk leaking proprietary information?"

"Yes, but unless we gave them what Bianca calls 'root' access on the server, they couldn't see the crown jewels — the source code to the computer programs. Everything else we do is similar to what other firms in the industry do. The fact that we use computers isn't a secret; the computer code is. The true risk is losing one of the data analysts to another firm."

"The non-competes and trade secret agreements prevent that."

"Do they? Really?"

Noel laughed, "OK, they threaten my unleashing havoc and letting slip the dogs of war."

"I prefer Conan the Barbarian's answer to the question of what is best in life!"

Noel smiled, "Our corporate motto should be 'To crush our enemies, see them driven before us, and to hear the lamentation of their women!'"

"I wonder how the SEC would view that?"

"Actually, they could bitch, but they couldn't stop me from putting that quote on the cover of every prospectus! Complete with Arnie in his Conan outfit!"

"I'm not sure that sends the right message to our clients, though, to our competitors..."

"Damn straight! What's her name?"

"Whose name?"

"The prospective intern."

I chuckled, "Isabella."

"Now, see, that is doing it right! Do you have proposals?"

"Yes," I said, handing him the proposals and Tony's analysis I'd brought with me."

"I'll likely approve. Give me overnight."

"Will do."

"Keep up the good work, Kane."

As was usually the case, he simply picked up the phone to indicate I was dismissed. I returned to my office to complete the day, then headed to Maja's house for dinner. She greeted me with a kiss and a hug, and I handed her an envelope.

"What's this?"

"Your commission slash finder's fee for Marlena Volkmer."

"This better be in addition to the fee I negotiated!" she declared.

I chuckled, "I can't very well tell the SEC or IRS about that payment!"

She laughed as she opened the envelope, "No, I suppose not ... WHAT?!"

"That's a standard finder's fee for $25,000,000. You know our commission structure."

"Sure, but Jesus..."

"Pascal's wager aside, he's a bad investment! I'm not!"

"No kidding! This is taxable income, right?"

"Yes. You'll actually receive a 1099 from Spurgeon in January. Your commission for Ralph Horton will be paid in January."

"Does this come out of your pocket?"

"It's considered joint operating expenses, so it's spread around to all Spurgeon funds. It doesn't cost me anything, per se, because it's built into the structure of the overall expense charges against my fund. If anything is left in that pool of money at the end of the year, it goes into Noel Spurgeon's pocket."

"It's great to be the king!" Maja declared.

"Absolutely true!"

"Dinner is almost ready, and then I am going to show you just how much I appreciate the check!"

November 9, 1984, Chicago, Illinois

On Friday, I met Andy Fastow for lunch at Gordon on North Clark. It was absolutely a place to be seen amongst lawyers, bankers, and senior executives. I was easily the youngest diner by probably five years, possibly more, though there was one guy who I took to be a lawyer who might only be twenty-six or twenty-seven.

"What is your fund's profile?" Andy asked after we were seated.

"I brought a prospectus for you," I said, taking it from my bag and handing it to him.

"Thanks."

The waiter came, and we placed our drink orders, and both accepted his recommendation of the special of the day.

"Let me get the potentially uncomfortable part of the conversation out of the way, Andy said. "Continental is toxic. No need to mince words. Now, I hope we can have a freewheeling conversation about structured finance and other derivative investments."

"I actually had a conversation with Murray Matheson about them, though it was in the context of a different financial product. What I said to him is that, when handled properly, structured finance or similar derivative investments can be useful for mitigating risk. For the originator, they allow you to shift risk to a counterparty in exchange for a portion of the income stream.

"There are significant challenges to price such derivative instruments because risk evaluation is exceptionally complicated, and might not even be possible. Those risks involve default risk, counterparty risk, pricing risk, market risk, and so on. Even if the valuation problem could be solved, those instruments would actually increase systemic risk, as they would add risk to the market that doesn't currently exist.

"Any notion that they would reduce overall systemic risk is misguided, because risk can only be transferred, not eliminated. Somebody has to take on that risk, and I can't, at least as far as I can determine, figure out a way to price such an instrument. If I can't price it, I can't evaluate the actual risk I'd be taking on, and that's a non-starter. I have no aversion to risk, but I have to be able to evaluate that risk."

"Your analyst thinking is showing through."

I nodded, "I am an exceptional analyst, and that's what allows me to make serious money by taking properly calculated risks. Consider this — if I can't figure out how to calculate risk and correctly price the securitized debt instruments, how can I determine my potential profit? OK, sure, I can look at the ROI and think everything is rosy, but that's 1929 thinking. It was collateralized debt that caused that collapse, and when the collateral value collapsed, the entire market collapsed, taking the banks and the economy with it."

"There are risk mitigation strategies," Andy said.

We were briefly interrupted by the waiter bringing our food, and the conversation resumed once we began eating.

"For any specific individual, that's true," I observed. "That said, systemic risk simply can't be mitigated. It has to be managed, and that's what the SEC, FDIC, CFTC, and all the other alphabet soup regulators are about. We learned the hard lessons in 1929 of what amounted to structured finance, and repeating that would be a VERY bad idea.

"Now, that is not to say securitized debt is inherently bad, nor that nobody should make use of it. In terms of a lending bank, it helps by reducing risk in exchange for a portion of the income stream and, by moving the loans off the books, makes more capital available to lend, which is good for the bank and the economy.

"The challenge there is ensuring your counterparty has the necessary assets to survive default on the underlying debt instruments. If not, it's 1929 all over again. That means you need to properly evaluate the risk of the underlying loan as well as that of your counterparty. If you can do that, then you're in good shape. Or, you follow Van Kampen by insuring the underlying asset in exchange for a small portion of the income stream."

"Let's assume all of that is true," Andy said. "How do we solve the problem?"

"That depends on your goals. The type of derivative we're discussing doesn't fit my fund's investment profile. They might fit the FX/Currency desk's profile, but coming from Continental is a non-starter, as you acknowledged before. If you were anywhere else, I could at least get you in a room with Matheson, though he'll ask you the same questions I did, because I asked him the same ones about a different product."

"Interest rate swaps?"

"I can't comment on that," I said.

He frowned, but he knew I couldn't reveal inside information, and at this point, I didn't know him well enough to even speak in general terms. The conversation shifted to our personal lives, and I learned more about his background. He had graduated from Tufts University the previous year with a BA in Economics and Chinese, and was currently pursuing an MBA at Northwestern.

While at Tufts, he had met his wife, Lea, whom he'd married earlier in the year. I felt obligated to reveal my relationship with Keiko, and Andy expressed sympathy. Our discussion then drifted to sports, current events, and other topics. Overall, I felt Andy was worth knowing and would be a good addition to my Rolodex, though there was little to no chance we'd be able to do business unless he left Continental.

When we finished eating, I thanked him for lunch, and we agreed to get together after the holidays. We shook hands and left the restaurant, where I hailed a cab to take me back to the Hancock Center. When I walked in, Violet let me know Noel Spurgeon had called for me, so I went upstairs. I had to wait five minutes before Julie sent me in.

"Your request is approved. I'll send the position requisitions to Mandy Peterson late this afternoon."

"Thanks."

"Murray told me about your conversation. He groused about you refusing to kick money into his interest rate swap pool."

"And did he tell you why that was?"

"Yes. I actually agree with your analysis, but given that I approved the new product, I kicked in $18 million. I won't require you to do it, but I'd appreciate it if you kicked in $4 million as a show of solidarity."

"I'd have to modify my risk profile, and that's not something I want to do with the new money coming next month."

"There are exceptions, Kane. Think about the two numbers."

I nodded, "Less than 1% of assets, which is the limit for assets outside the risk profile, an exception that exists to allow flexibility."

"Call it a personal favor."

"May I point out that is not how you taught me to invest? It's about hard numbers, not about feelings or loyalty."

"You're telling me 'no'?"

"Yes."

Noel smiled, "Good."

"You didn't really kick in $18 million, did you?" I asked.

"Hell no! I authorized Murray to get into the business, and I think we'll make money, but it doesn't fit my fund's investment profile any more than it fits yours. Anything new?"

"I had lunch with a guy from Continental who's pushing structured finance products. He has some interesting ideas, but until he leaves Continental, he's toxic."

"Damn straight! What possessed you to speak to him?"

"He won't be at that toxic bank forever. It's his first job out of Tufts, and he's working on his MBA at Northwestern. I suspect in a few years he'll be handling finance for a publicly traded company."

Noel nodded, "That is how it works. Are you ready to support Matheson?"

"Yes. All systems go for December 1st. Murray told me he has three guys starting that day, with Monroe leading the team. I've had the data analysts running regression tests and simulating trades per the parameters Murray provided."

"Good work, Kane. Dismissed."

I left his office and went to see Mandy Peterson. I explained what I needed, and she agreed to start the recruitment process once she had the paperwork from Noel. We discussed the internship program, and she asked for time to discuss it with Noel, which was fine, given I had no plans to hire anyone before May, and it would be a Summer program only, at least to start.

I left her office and returned to mine and got back to work. The rest of the day was typical, and at 5:00pm, Violet and I met Jack, Kristy, and the boys in the lobby. We went to Connie's for pizza, then went to see A Nightmare on Elm Street, confirming that I was absolutely NOT a fan of horror movies. As usual, after the movie, we went for ice cream, and then Violet and I returned to the condo, and she spent the night.

November 10, 1984, Chicago, Illinois

As was typically the case for Saturdays, Violet went home after breakfast, and Bianca and I did the grocery shopping, taking Sofía with us. When we arrived home, Chelsea let me know that CeCi had called, and I had just enough time to call her back before I had to leave for my date with Gamila Khaled.

"Hi!" CeCi gushed. "Thanks for calling back!"

"Of course! How are things going?"

"I don't think 'great' even begins to describe it! I'm working really long days, but it's SO worth it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome! Is there anything you need?"

"Besides a night with you? Or several? No. You're covering all my expenses, and you gave me plenty of what my grandma would call 'pocket money'."

"Unfortunately, I don't think I can get to LA before you come home at Christmas. Once I finish my class, I'll have much more flexibility, but I've missed a few classes as it is, and I don't want to push it."

"I totally understand! I was just trying to say I missed you!"

"I miss you, too!"

"How is work?"

"I've added some new clients, and interest rates are trending in the right direction for next year to be a truly breakout year."

"That's awesome! I know you're probably busy, so I'll let you go. I'll call next weekend, OK?"

"Call any time! And keep me posted!"

"I will!"

After ending the call, I got ready for my lunch date and left the condo, heading for Maxim's, where Gamila and I had agreed to meet. She walked in about thirty seconds after I arrived, and we were immediately seated. A waitress arrived immediately to take our drink orders.

"If I remember right from Lexi's introduction, you're pre-med at Northwestern," I said.

"Yes. I plan to go to medical school at Emory in Georgia."

"Lexi said you were from Syria."

"Yes! We moved here right after the Six-Day War in 1967, when I was about one. My dad's sister was already here, married to an American man, and they arranged for us to immigrate and be naturalized. You're twenty-one, right?"

"Twenty-two as of a couple of weeks ago," I replied. "Have you turned nineteen?"

"I will in January. Lexi explained that you owned the house, but that you also own a condo."

"Yes. I'm very good at what I do."

"Did you inherit money?" Gamila asked. "Or is your dad a stockbroker?"

"No to both of those. I was raised by a single mom. I simply asked for an opportunity and worked my way up from the bottom by proving I could do the job and had the skills and intelligence to do it."

"Self-confidence is strong with this one!" Gamila said, laughing.

"One important personality trait is self-confidence," I said. "If I'm not confident in myself, who would trust me with their money?"

"Nobody! I find confidence very sexy. Well, when it's not a façade of bravado."

"I agree. Quiet self-confidence is reassuring to my clients, and, in the end, it's results that matter. The only true measure is performance."

Gamila's eyes twinkled, "And from what I hear, you absolutely measure up!"

"My portfolio is, indeed, large and growing!"

Gamila laughed softly, but the waitress brought our Cokes, and we placed our orders.

"You know that is not what I was referring to!" Gamila said once the waitress had walked away.

"Well, in the same vein, past performance is no guarantee of future results!"

"I bet that's not true at all!"

"You'll have to judge for yourself!"

"The proof of the pudding is in the tasting?" she smirked.

I chuckled, "Something like that."

"And you want me to taste your pudding?"

I laughed and shook my head.

"I should have seen that one coming from a mile away."

"Well?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Obviously!"

"What do you actually do at work? Is it like in the movies?"

"If you mean like Trading Places, with open-outcry pits, that does happen, but that's not what I do. My job involves research and analysis, and writing reports, which means I spend most of my time at a computer terminal. I also meet with my clients regularly. When I trade, it's by computer or by telephone to another person who works for Spurgeon Capital, who is responsible for executing the trades."

"Is it OK to ask how much money you have in your account?"

"It's a 'fund' or a 'portfolio'. I have about $500 million of client money I manage, and it'll be close to $600 million at the end of the year."

"WHOA!" Gamila gasped. "That's crazy!"

"My boss manages five times that much in his fund, and overall the firm manages about $5 billion."

"Five. Billion. Dollars."

"To put it in perspective, the Federal government spends about $2.2 billion per day, so they'd blow through all the money we have in less than seventy-two hours! Or, for another perspective, Sam Walton, the founder of Wal-Mart, is personally worth close to $3 billion, and that's all his money. If Wal-Mart stock performs as I expect it to, he'll be worth something on the order of $5 billion all by himself."

 
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