To fully understand the following story, you'll need to know a few things:
1. I run a small "business" in which I help people see the, darker, side of New York.
2. I employ a young man called Charlie.
3. While I only own a small business, I have a lot of connections.
4. I took in a new girl, she was called Scarlett, I got her from the airport
On Thursday, I was talking to Scarlett, thought she was in California, she was nuts. I pushed a button on my phone to get a Katy Perry impersonator to take her, down to my employee, Charlie, to get money out of her, the scheme is complicated, so I won't explain it now. But he saw her and wanted to let her go, from this point on, I tried to stay out of his way as much as possible.
Charlie tried to show her that it was New York, not California, but she didn't believe him, luckily for me. I got an extra one-thousand five-hundred out of it. I took her credit card, but couldn't hack it, I was still waiting for that gadget. You know, one like the one in WarGames, (WarGames is a nineteen-eighty-three film with Matthew Broderick(Ferris Bueler from Ferris Bueler's Day Off) a boy that hacked into a military database(or something) and found a game, but(dun dun dun) he found out that it wasn't a game and there was a thing(massive screen thing) that was looking for the code to blow up the universe,(or something like that) anyway, that screen thing,) I'm gonna get a tiny, less cool one of those to hack credit cards. Before this I guessed things like 1234, 4321, 0000, and stuff. Most people don't just give their credit cards away, so they get a bullshit reason, the most used is, 'it's a trust exercise,' but if that fails I either don't care if I lose one(makes me seem exclusive) or try again with 'get out, if you can't trust me, I can't trust you' they normally give in and pass it over after that, but if they don't the last attempt is 'good, I only take smart, competent ladies' they're both complemented, assume they seem young. Most people assume girls are young, (teens,) ladies are in their prime, (20s,) women are older. (Mother of young teens.)
My name is Ashley. I have cameras everywhere. I run a small business, people don't know me in my line of business, they think that a guy named Moriarty runs it. There are three reasons why he is the face of the company:
1. Male investors think that "girls are too emotional"
2. Girls are portrayed as comforting beings, so, I am more suited for the role as trusted person to sugest things.
3. I can't be traced by the police for stealing credit cards.
As I was going about my daily business, Charlie came up to me and asked about my job so I wondered
"Which one?" calmly as to not give anything away.
"The one you were given by Moriarty to follow his models around." He replied.
"What about it?" I asked.
"Well, you know Scarlett."
"How much does she trust Moriarty?"
"She gave him her credit card, no questions asked."
"Yeah, the only way she'd not trust him would be to make him admit it before while she's in the same room, you could use your last name as an advantage." I told him this because Moriarty was getting too cocky and demanding more money. Originally the deal was a 90/10 split, now he gets a quarter. Hopefully Charlie will be more reasonable with the split.
"Thanks." He said and left.
So I watched the fight on my cameras. It was mediocre at best. Then Charlie took over the business…kinda, he actually helps people, and doesn't overcharge people, so I stand outside the door and ask people about how much money he asked for, then ask for more, and maybe steal from him, but hey, at least I got my credit card hacker. Charlie asked about my connections so I got Katy Perry for Scarlett.
Oh my god you actually did the thing you are my favorite person
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