Dark Future Short Stories - Nine - A well placed hit below the belt
A well placed hit below the belt
A good Buttler is worth a fortune. A good Buttler, especially, working in third generation for an ancient banker family is actually part of the bloodline even so from a different blood line and has his very own alumni service.
Alfred immediately changed his professional neutral face expression to a sattle smile with sparks in his eyes when he heard that it was open season against the big bad ugly as he personally liked to call the very old banker enemy. It was time to turn an old plan lying ready in the bottom drawer of his desk to another position in the middle drawer of the very same desk he organised the family house hold assisting the lady.
The banker had affiliates all around the globe. One of his best cooks told him decades ago about him and his family having to leave their home when a real estate shark decided to take over the neighbourhood his family lived in 6th generation continuously, to fill a development gab between city center and the mountain weekend lodges just recently build turning the area into an upscale mid class living estate for the desk slaves in those few high risers close by. Just, they first buried their youngest daughter, who became victim to the gang violence created to crash real estate value even further down.
Gods ways are mysterious and just a week ago he watched a short clip on the most exclusive penthouse for rent right in the middle and on top of the high risers, unfurnished, having him adding a note on that old plan.
It would take some preparation and upfront investment. The crew was easy to be found. They will first rent a first floor restaurant space and shake up the resto scene of the secured corpo estate that had become even more arrogant and over confident in recent years.
The trick was to use their connections into the free world, called the wild world or new jungles way off any corporate grip, to search for the blind, stupid rich and strip them off their assets by shiny, shiny bling bling.
In the workshops already busy with creating counterfeit luxurious products on a perfect copy level to put them in between originals, that way keeping beside the retail profit also the production profit, low material, but shiny resto equipment would be ordered. Basically, painted plastic over ceramic, grails instead of glasses and even the cutlery would be from recycle material in a nice paint finish for sale with 10000% profit, incl exchange rate and avoided customs and taxes, in the online shop that came with the resto.
The food would be cat foot cans, washed and having added the finest artificial tastes, but perfectly arranged and stored in luxurious import labeled boxes, as well as all spirits filled into expensive bottles making sure everyone with still some taste untouched by chemical lifestyle substances won't even be bothered just considering coming by, by accident ever.
The important part were the hidden security cams on the toilettes connected to a face recognition database feeded with a years worth of information from the local low level tabloid to add a name to the Koke head nose busy snoring.
They all would get as soon breaking point of victims was reached an invitation to the owners kick off party in that just recently rented new place using the time until the furniture arrives for a very special, exclusive and private party for the entire week in mid-summer peak...
...giving enough time to have the movers clear their garages, ware houses, flats, houses, offices, the hackers to give all their employees extra vacation on the moving and follow up days, with time to hack all disks to identify their private, company, trust and especially hidden accounts, clear them and evaluate further data for possible post-hit extortions along with checking their medical records to identify organ and implant donators and stretching their credit line beyond possibly imaginable realities that way hitting the actual target from the side line, but hard. Like real hard.
Alfred picked up the phone. "Hello, Keyla. I am Alfred a friend of your dad. I hope you and your mum are fine. Is Jefferson in and would you ask him, if I am calling in a convenient moment, please, my dear? We haven't had a boys night our since ever."
