Insider Tweeting

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Someone is manipulating the direction of the stock market for their own gain. I wonder who and how?

Submitted: June 15, 2018

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Submitted: June 15, 2018



The setting for this tale is the Mall Grounds, Washington, DC, U.S.A.

It is just after dark and the Mall lights are glimmering on the water in the massive pond.

Surprisingly enough there are few people around, so a rather robust man in a dark gray overcoat is easily noticed. The man is walking hurriedly, so that makes him even more noticeable, but when he reaches a bench near the Lincoln Memorial he stops.

After looking around for some time he struck a match for his cigar; his weathered face glowed briefly.

As he tossed the spent match aside he began pacing back and forth, puffing on his cigar; the smoke trail was reminiscent of the smoke trail from a steam-locomotive.

Suddenly a young woman in a business suite appeared, she appeared as if from nowhere and stood near enough to the man so he could hear her words. She asked, "Is that a Havana?"

The man with the cigar, still puffing away, turned but did not look directly at her.

As he stopped and removed the cigar from his lips, he stated, "No, it's a Virginia blend. I buy American."

The woman smiled and replied, "All this clock and dagger is wearing on my nerves. How about you?"

The man chuckled and replied, "I'm up to five cigars a day, my usual is two. So, do you have anything for me today?"

The woman looked around as if she was expecting someone to be watching, then she said, "The Tweets will go out tomorrow, just after the Market closes; they will continue all through that evening and into the next morning. If these Tweets don't move the market, well, I don't know what will; as you well know, the Market hates uncertainty.

Oh, and tell your brokers to pace their trades. OK? If anyone notices and figures out what we're doing all our gooses are cooked."

The man was caught by surprise with that statement, and he laughed.

Then he tried to make it look as if he was coughing to cover up his blunder, and his reply, "(cough, cough), You mean OUR Gooses will be cooked. Your boss can always play his trump-card and resign, (cough), then he just walks away with every dime that I've been putting in those off-shore accounts. Without full disclose, they'll never find a penny. (cough, cough)

Oh, tissues! Gee thanks!"

Then the woman stated, "Hopefully, no-one will be caught. Your copies of tomorrows Tweets are printed on the tissues that I just handed you, so don't blow your. ......"

"What did you say?" ask the man.

"Oh Never Mind,” the woman replied.



D. Thurmond / JEF


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