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August 7, 2008
“If I’m guilty of one sin, it’s my love of Arithmomancy,” Garamond exclaimed to Hadlock as he swirled a glass of 18 year-old Lagavulin scotch. They were on their way from the airport to the OMNINet building and were driving over the 59th Street Bridge. The two were reclining in the back of their custom-made Mercedes limousine, stocked with booze, entertainment, and leather seats.
“Whatever you say, sir,” Hadlock whispered sarcastically under his breath. Before Garamond could ask what he had said, Simon spoke up, “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
“Some say that Arithmomancy, or numerology to most other people, is akin to witchcraft, but I think God was a great fan of numbers and math because they are everywhere.”
“Do you mean ‘is’?” Hadlock suggested.
“Of course. Of course,” Garamond said, mildly acknowledging his mistake.
“Speaking of numbers, we should discuss the allocation of our deposits with the Central Banks of Indonesia and Morocco. They are quite anxious to make sure that they have taken care of all of our requirements, given that we’ve transferred the economic equivalent of about half of the world’s GDP.”
“All in good time, Simon,” Garamond interrupted. “Allow me a few moments of peace before we talk about our wealth. Allow me this moment to do my monologue, if you don’t mind.” Continue reading