“So you’re saying this is all a con, Remy,” Jerry said, shaking the sleep from his head. “You bought me in as your CFO said you needed a trusted man in your corner. I’ve been in the dark ever since. What’s going on?”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Waterman Sterling Investments is financially sound or my name isn’t Regis Sterling. I just need you to do one perfectly normal favor. These things, little things, happen in big finance from time to time,” Remy said swirling the olive in his martini.

“Remy Alousius Stumpley, you changed your name by deed poll after your bankruptcy in Tulsa. We have know each other since high school. Half my kinfolk are invested in this company on my say so. Now, you’re saying you need me to fly to Switzerland to send a fax and it is all perfectly normal! You’ve roped me into some kinda Ponzi, haven’t you. We’re in trouble, ain’t we? Goddammit Remy it’s four in the morning!”

Remy roared and dashed his cocktail against his private jet’s floor. Calmly, his flight attendant began to make another extra dirty martini. Jerry went wide-eyed.

“Stupid, I don’t care if it is half past a donkey’s ass. You will do what I say to do when I say to do it. Don’t make pull out your spine and beat you to death with it.”

Always one to yell when Remy spoke quietly it was terrifying. Tangled in the sheets, Jerry scrambled out of bed.

“Okay, I’m going. I’ll get dressed and book a flight Geneva on my phone. You don’t have to call me names, Rem. I just want to understand, get a feel of what is going on. That’s all.”

“You know I didn’t mean anything. You’re the smartest kind of stupid. Loyalty. You’re loyal and I appreciate you Jer Bear. A few regulators want to make sure we are properly insured so a fax from that office we rented will calm everything down. My family’s invested too. You can trust me,” Remy said accepting a fresh drink and a broad smile from the flight attendant. “Now my girl has already gotten you a ticket and a driver is on his way to your condo.”

“That’s nice. I see the document is already in my email. And this is all above board, right? Wait are you on the jet?”

“Just smoozing a few clients over in Antiqua on the links. I’ll be back in a day or three,” Remy said tapping his fingers on his heavy briefcase.

“Shake that money tree, big guy, and visit that new galpal I bet,” Jerry said. “And if you need anything else, just be straight with me and I am in your corner.

Randomly, flinging clothes into his duffel bag, the accountant scuttled around his bedroom. Remy downed his martini and smiled out of the window.