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Jamie Adams http://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/jason-lewis-1.jpgwas 42, with the looks of a young Robert Redford, and the body of a man who not only took care of himself, but had professional help staying sculpted. He had a model family, literally a family that looked like models, he was a leader in his community chairing board seats on several charities, revered in the financial services industry as a pioneer in options based mutual fund management, and a CROOK. Not your normal, seedy, cheating, violent crook. No his crimes were of the highest white collar variety. For years he had been stealing his clients money without their ever knowing it. Hundreds of millions, this was no penny ante crook.
He was considered a financial genius. In theory, he could make money in a down or up market, because his skill was arbitrage, buying one security, while simultaneously selling another security, and taking advantage of the market inefficiencies between the prices of bonds, and the options on those same bonds, locking in a profit with a risk neutral position. This had been a wonderful idea years ago, when the markets had been inefficient. However, those days were gone. He would have said the old days were like going into a room with $1,000 bills floating in the air and pulling them down to put in your pockets as fast as you could. Today, would be described as going into that same room and having a single one dollar bill that you chased around for a half hour, and only sometimes caught.
Jamie had made hundreds of millions in the good days, he had started a fund and made significant money for others, but he had been slow to recognize the good times were over, and had basically lost it all. Foolishly he had thought he could win it back, and so he had lied, taken in money from new investors including friends (a classic ponzi scheme) and used that money to pay off old investors looking to cash out their accounts.
Located in Fishers, Indiana, an upscale suburb of Indianapolis, he was a big shooter. His gorgeous wife, handsome 20 year old son, and stunning 18 year old daughter, loved their lifestyle, and were the envy of all. Who wouldn’t love it and hate them, they seemed perfect? Both children had gone to USC, hoped to be actors, had the looks of Abercrombie and Fitch models, and thought they had the world by the short hairs. While they had both been forced to study business as a fall back, and Jimmy had just graduated, Katie, was also a cheerleader, sorry Song Girl at USC. They were sure they would be stars and Daddy would fund them until they were discovered.
Five years ago, Jamie’s wife, Susan, had discovered the truth. There was going to be a liquidation of a major investor, and to avoid being discovered, Jamie had to land a whale, a new customer with significant money, out of desperation he had come clean to his wife. She had been shocked, considered leaving him, turning him over to authorities, but then she thought more. He/they would be penniless, and humiliated. She enjoyed all the privileges that went with being Mrs. Adams. Those perks were significant and lavish. She was still young, had relatively young children, and would be ruined. She made the deal with the Devil that day, to instead become his partner and do whatever it took to protect their charade. Jamie was a good husband, and they had both enjoyed their little kinks, so the band played on.
Earlier today, Jamie had played golf with the local sheriff who was his guest and had been a little concerned when he had mentioned the local FBI bereau agent had been by to ask some questions about Jamie and his business. John, the local sheriff had wondered why, and had asked Jamie why they might be asking questions. Jamie brushed it off as basic background research they had to do for his industry, but he didn’t like the sounds of it.
Tonight was a major marketing and sales event, they would be hosting a black tie soiree with several couples who could be major new clients. They needed some new significant inflows to prime their pump, and he and his wife were ready to do their magic. He was putting on his tux, tying his bow tie, and pleased with himself. Tonight was about seduction to a degree, and few did it better.
Susan Adams https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT-GtFh6C93spo27MqejGHuNYRfLOP2Xoa0W_7YnLHEN-TJdxGB4g a gorgeous thirty eight year old woman born on the wrong side of the tracks. Always the prettiest girl in the class, hell school or state for that matter, with natural thick blonde hair and bright light blue eyes she was stunning. Tall enough to be a model with a body to match, Susan was the daughter of a sixteen year old drop out who ran off leaving the baby with her mother, Linda. Linda worked as a cocktail waitress at a truck stop on I-70. Having the same genes as Susan, allowed them to at least survive in the trailer they called home. Linda turned out to be Susan's saving grace. She kept Susan in school and not pregnant. Not an easy feat in Maple Valley. Linda saved her money and when the time came Susan went to college. Linda saw the world for what it was.
"You can marry a rich guy for love or a poor guy for love. Go for the rich guy" Linda told Susan sitting on their back porch listening to the crickets on a hot summer night before Susan was to leave for college. Linda died two months later of lung cancer she never told Susan about. In a note she left her Linda said "I did all I could for you baby girl. Now go and live the life I dreamed for you."
Long story short Susan found that "rich guy" or so she thought. A perfect life with kids, the big house and money and Jamie, the hottest, funniest, richest guy around, or so she thought.
He was considered a financial genius. In theory, he could make money in a down or up market, because his skill was arbitrage, buying one security, while simultaneously selling another security, and taking advantage of the market inefficiencies between the prices of bonds, and the options on those same bonds, locking in a profit with a risk neutral position. This had been a wonderful idea years ago, when the markets had been inefficient. However, those days were gone. He would have said the old days were like going into a room with $1,000 bills floating in the air and pulling them down to put in your pockets as fast as you could. Today, would be described as going into that same room and having a single one dollar bill that you chased around for a half hour, and only sometimes caught.
Jamie had made hundreds of millions in the good days, he had started a fund and made significant money for others, but he had been slow to recognize the good times were over, and had basically lost it all. Foolishly he had thought he could win it back, and so he had lied, taken in money from new investors including friends (a classic ponzi scheme) and used that money to pay off old investors looking to cash out their accounts.
Located in Fishers, Indiana, an upscale suburb of Indianapolis, he was a big shooter. His gorgeous wife, handsome 20 year old son, and stunning 18 year old daughter, loved their lifestyle, and were the envy of all. Who wouldn’t love it and hate them, they seemed perfect? Both children had gone to USC, hoped to be actors, had the looks of Abercrombie and Fitch models, and thought they had the world by the short hairs. While they had both been forced to study business as a fall back, and Jimmy had just graduated, Katie, was also a cheerleader, sorry Song Girl at USC. They were sure they would be stars and Daddy would fund them until they were discovered.
Five years ago, Jamie’s wife, Susan, had discovered the truth. There was going to be a liquidation of a major investor, and to avoid being discovered, Jamie had to land a whale, a new customer with significant money, out of desperation he had come clean to his wife. She had been shocked, considered leaving him, turning him over to authorities, but then she thought more. He/they would be penniless, and humiliated. She enjoyed all the privileges that went with being Mrs. Adams. Those perks were significant and lavish. She was still young, had relatively young children, and would be ruined. She made the deal with the Devil that day, to instead become his partner and do whatever it took to protect their charade. Jamie was a good husband, and they had both enjoyed their little kinks, so the band played on.
Earlier today, Jamie had played golf with the local sheriff who was his guest and had been a little concerned when he had mentioned the local FBI bereau agent had been by to ask some questions about Jamie and his business. John, the local sheriff had wondered why, and had asked Jamie why they might be asking questions. Jamie brushed it off as basic background research they had to do for his industry, but he didn’t like the sounds of it.
Tonight was a major marketing and sales event, they would be hosting a black tie soiree with several couples who could be major new clients. They needed some new significant inflows to prime their pump, and he and his wife were ready to do their magic. He was putting on his tux, tying his bow tie, and pleased with himself. Tonight was about seduction to a degree, and few did it better.
Susan Adams https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT-GtFh6C93spo27MqejGHuNYRfLOP2Xoa0W_7YnLHEN-TJdxGB4g a gorgeous thirty eight year old woman born on the wrong side of the tracks. Always the prettiest girl in the class, hell school or state for that matter, with natural thick blonde hair and bright light blue eyes she was stunning. Tall enough to be a model with a body to match, Susan was the daughter of a sixteen year old drop out who ran off leaving the baby with her mother, Linda. Linda worked as a cocktail waitress at a truck stop on I-70. Having the same genes as Susan, allowed them to at least survive in the trailer they called home. Linda turned out to be Susan's saving grace. She kept Susan in school and not pregnant. Not an easy feat in Maple Valley. Linda saved her money and when the time came Susan went to college. Linda saw the world for what it was.
"You can marry a rich guy for love or a poor guy for love. Go for the rich guy" Linda told Susan sitting on their back porch listening to the crickets on a hot summer night before Susan was to leave for college. Linda died two months later of lung cancer she never told Susan about. In a note she left her Linda said "I did all I could for you baby girl. Now go and live the life I dreamed for you."
Long story short Susan found that "rich guy" or so she thought. A perfect life with kids, the big house and money and Jamie, the hottest, funniest, richest guy around, or so she thought.
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