CORPORATE RAIDER!!! ROARS!!!!

When life gives you flies, go at them with a swatter.

Vermin (make that a can of Corporate Raider, EC)! Intrigue! Argentina! Boy howdy, this is GOOD! *turns page*

I love this drawing; you've got a relatively realistic conference room setting juxtaposed against abstract human/insectile forms!!! Where is that damned can of Raid when you really need it??? lol.

... and the SAGA continues .....

It was surreal…

They looked like giant flies, tightly gathered around the conference room table… buzzing, humming, hungry. Each one with a definite agenda, representing hordes of other hungry investors all wanting a taste of the sweet fruit.

Martha Anne closed and opened her eyes several times trying to alter her image of these flies; turn them back into people. In about three minutes she was going to have to explain what happened with her initial meeting with the Argentina’s Minister of Finance.

All the buzzing flies wanted to know was if the deal went through and how much they could expect over the next three quarters.

She’d assured everyone she was willing to work round the clock to make the deal happen. If the deal went thru it was going to be the largest of one its kind. If she landed this one, well, she could write her own ticket.

It was a tricky deal. Sell an unusually large number of gemstones to private investors, set up a private fund, form an offshore company to divert the funds for oil research, work with international bankers, investors, lawyers. The clincher was it had to happen immediately.

Her morning had gone from bad to worse.

She arrived downtown and at the pre-arranged meeting place on time. That alone was an accomplishment since she’d overslept, found her papers in a mess, was sick with worry that someone had gone through them.

She felt slightly ill. No time for even a cup of coffee, a call to her husband Tripp, who she assumed had stayed in the city last night, no return call from her brother Andrew who she’d been calling for over a day. No, nothing felt right and she was running on pure adrenaline.

And then the worst thing happened. When she got to the hotel for the meeting she asked the hotel clerk to ring the Minister’s room. The clerk informed her they had no one there registered under that name.

She called the Minister on his cell phone a number of times and no answer. Only voice mail. She checked her calendar to make sure she had the right place and time. She did.

She sat in the lobby and waited… and waited. She checked her office voicemail for a message indicating a change of plans. Nothing.

After all this, silence.

She’d been stood up. And now she had to explain the situation to the room full of flies, endlessly buzzing and buzzing and buzzing….