Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“Right.”
“So, in order to do that, you realize you need a legit company. Let’s say you decide then to form a corporation and sell shares of your business so you can get the capital. First, you’d get a permit to allow you to sell shares. That comes from the government. Then, you go to the bank and speak to an investment banker. You show them proof of your past sales, and the new orders that just came through. You explain that you need to expand your business so you can cover all of these new orders comin’ in. Business is good, but you need help.”
“Yes, I understand that.”
“Okay, so, after you get approval from the I.B., you go to a place called the Securities and Exchange Commission. The S.E.C. This agency was created after the 1929 Wall Street crash. They’re basically like the law enforcement of this sort of business.” She nodded in understanding. Roman was fascinating. Beautiful to look at, but more amazing was that he had an even more beautiful mind. “So, after you tell them that you are bein’ upfront, and everything in your reports and what you’re tryna do is on the up and up, they say, ‘Okay Genesis, you can do your thing, but if we find out you’re up to any funny business, or ripping people off, there’ll be legal consequences.’”
“Like I’d be going to prison for lying about my business model, or true intentions regarding my business. Go on.”
“Right. So, after that, and things are in the clear, the Investment Banker gives you the capital, okay, and the money up front basically. That’s what you needed to move forward. They give you that in exchange for some shares in your company, too.”
Roman went on explaining how all of this worked, what he specifically did in his line of work from start to end.
“It’s not exciting, but it’s what I do, and I’m really good at it. My clients trust me. That’s important. To some degree, I’m holding their financial future in my hands.”
“Well, you made it sound exciting.” She patted his hand. “You could be a teacher for this sort of thing.” He gave a sheepish grin… it was cute. “I’m serious. You really get to the bare bones of the information. I love how simply you break this complex stuff down and explain it. I mean, I knew some of it, but you make it easier to understand.”
“Good. If you have any more questions, let me know.” He tossed her a wink.
“You really love your job, don’t you?”
He put his hand up in order to stop the bartender from offering either of them another drink, then turned back to her.
“I do. That, uh, that brings me to something I want to tell you.”
“Yes? What is it?” She rested her chin on her folded hand and looked at him.
“I’m not, I guess, an emotional person. Like, I’m not the type that’s going to spill my guts and start cryin’, things like that. I don’t normally put all of my cards on the table this soon when seeing someone, either, but you’re Tony’s sister, so,” he shrugged, “the information is already floatin’ around out there. You’ve known about me for years… I’ve known your brother since I was nineteen, and your parents, too, which makes our situation a bit unique. Anyway…” He sighed. “Omission of the truth is deception. At least that’s what my daddy used to say. He was an addict, but he gave good advice, sometimes.”
She nodded in understanding. Clearly he felt the need to prepare her for some bomb he was about to drop. She braced herself.
“So, not sure if Tony told you, Genesis, but when I was a child, I was in foster care for a little while. Around that same time, I was getting into trouble for fightin’ and stealing, as a juvenile. I had some problems.”
“No, he never mentioned it. Did something bad happen to you during that time?”
“In foster care? No. Thankfully not. I had some anger issues afterwards, though. I felt like my mother didn’t want me… that she cared more about our father, then me and my brothers, and I ended up in juvenile detention a few times. I became violent. Fighting all the time with other boys. I was also a thief. I realized quickly in life that I had the gift of gab, people liked me and trusted me. I used that to, uh…” He looked away, then down at the floor for a moment. His complexion deepened as if he were ashamed. “To hurt some people that I shouldn’t have. So, anyway, later on, I graduated high school. I joined the Marines, and some shit happened while I was there. I was a good Marine, don’t get me wrong. I was trained in combat, did really well for a while, but then, I got into a bit of trouble.”