Some of you Lovelies might remember the intense friendship I shared with a man almost twice my age, two years ago. Our story, though quite epic, went on for a while, and our correspondance highly entertained me (I hope he enjoyed our chats just as much) but it all ended sooner than I would have wished, and the old man abandonned me just as suddenly as he had thumbled into my life.
If story rings a bell to you, you’ve probably read about me and Martin, the Scottish man of God who wanted me to spread his wealth to charities before his coming death. If not, you can catch up by clicking here (I recommend it. This is a story that still makes me chuckle…)
Martin is long gone, despite my efforts to make things work between us… But! Yesterday Chéri sent me an email he had just received on Hotmail:
Good day! Friend. I am a banker with Danske Bank here in Sweden. I have a
business proposal of $6.2M USD for you to handle with me from my bank. I
need you to assist me in executing this Business Project from Sweden to
your country. upon completion of the transaction, our sharing ratio will
be 50/50. please signify your interest by replying to this mail.
Ok, this wasn’t adressed to me, personally. Still I felt the calling right away. Chéri had guessed right in forwarding the invitation to my inbox.
Instinctively, I wanted to write back to Magnus. I don’t like to compare friendships, but I still could point out some details that made me think that things could click more easily with Mr Pettersson than with Martin…
First of all, he is Swedish and working for a Danish company. Which is great because I just can’t have too many Viking friends! Magnus is obviously much younger than Martin, and apparently not about to die. Good point, since I like to keep my friends for a long as I can. And last, but not least, my new Scandinavian potential pal wants to share big money with me (well, with Chéri, actually. But that’s about to change). 3,1 Million US dollars? Yes, please!
After making sure that Chéri wouldn’t compete with me, to get Magnus’ friendship, I started to type like there would be no tomorrow, and I sent a message back to Mr. Pettersson.