Chapter 97: Las Vegas
Chapter 95
"Hey, that makes four," I added with a smirk, shifting slightly in bed, still balancing the stack of papers Pepper had sent.
"You're impossible," Pepper sighed on the other end.
"Are you sure you don't want to be interviewed by anyone? We're getting requests from every direction."
"Yeah," I replied, "too tiresome. If someone talks bad about it, just put them on a list. Let the future show the consequences..."
Pepper consented with a sigh. "Alright. Talk later, Jake."
"Bye, Pepper."
I sent a message to Anthony: keep increasing the short position in Enron
This is my biggest bet for 2001, shorting Enron. I read the financials — that crap company is still the same fraud
I set the phone down and stretched before making my way to the kitchen. Charlie was already there, leaning against the counter with a coffee mug in hand.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning," I replied, taking a seat at the table and grabbing some breakfast.
