Vlad Drăgoi {Dracula} (nobleblood) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-05-17 22:42:00 |
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Who: Vlad {closed narrative}
What: Sorting out Boyd's money situation
Where: Various New York banks + around the city
When: Starting from last Monday to today
Warnings: None
When he and Vaughn had met in the coffee shop, Vlad had written down the account information for one of his Swiss bank accounts - it seemed safer than having all that money in the country, especially since he had more connections in Europe than he did here. There, they didn't ask questions; they'd known his father, and now they knew him. Discretion was their key allure, and he knew that nearly two billion dollars could stay there untouched until he figured out what to do.
Getting that much money in unmarked small bills wasn't something he planned on doing, but he kept it as an option just in case. Putting it all in one account posed its own problems, and for all he knew it there might not be any solutions. Either way, he might have been rich, but two billion dollars was an entirely different matter. The first thing he needed to do, however, was spread the money out. He couldn't wire all of it from one account to another - he needed to filter it over days, and for that he would require assistance.
On Tuesday he called Mircea and had a portion of the money transferred to another bank account in Romania. On Wednesday he contacted a friend of his father's, a man who owned one of the more prominent European banks. By Thursday night most of the money was spread out in banks across Europe, and although he waited with bated breath for something to go wrong, nothing did. Now it was a matter of wiring the money over to the States, and from there he had to figure out a way to make it accessible to Boyd. In the midst of all the phone calls and e-mails, he still had to make appointments with numerous banks and even sent some of his employees to do the same. As far as they were concerned, however, they were doing 'research' for 'clients'. It was very fortunate that he was a businessman, and a wealthy one at that, so the amounts of money he needed to be moved around weren't completely out of character.
Friday and the weekend were terribly frustrating. Bit by bit he managed to transfer the money to U.S. banks, but he had to call in favors to get it done; favors he hadn't planned on using unless absolutely necessary. Then again, this did fall into the category of necessary. The mafia was a dangerous group of people to deal with, whether it was in New York or back in Europe. His father had never been arrow-straight in his business, and in all honesty neither had Vlad, but neither of them had ever broken the law. Bent it, sidestepped it, manipulated it to serve their needs - but never blatantly disobeyed in. Not in the business sphere, at least. It was a dangerous game, to keep from associating with the mob yet ensuring that they didn't take offense, but it was something he had managed to maintain so far. This money wasn't his, and he needed to get it back to the people who were willing to kill family for it.
He didn't know if Helena suspected anything, considering the fact that he was almost always on the phone, laptop, or out of the apartment entirely during that one week. He didn't sleep, since he needed every waking minute to think; to plan and strategize and make sure that there was no way he was going to be caught, by either the authorities or the mafia.
After Diego left on Sunday, Vlad knew that he needed to finish this nightmare now. By now all of the money was in the country, albeit not yet all in one account, and the lack of questions probably had something to do with the fact that he knew the managers of all the banks in some way or another. He would owe them in the future, but it needed to be done. Originally he'd planned on filtering it all into one main account, but how would Boyd be able to access it? She wouldn't give him her account number, so that was out of the question. Suddenly the idea of cash didn't seem so absurd after all.
Vlad awoke at dawn on Monday, and he spent the entire day out of the apartment. What he did during those hours likely wasn't completely legal, but it wasn't quite illegal either. He used whatever connections he had, despite the price that came with them, as some were understandably reluctant to collect the money - with emphasis on small, unmarked bills. By late evening, however, he returned to Bellum with the same large suitcase he'd left with; but this time it wasn't empty.
Helena didn't ask too many questions when he returned. He was tired; exhausted, even, but he shut himself up in his study and settled down behind the desk. First he needed to contact Boyd, and then he could sleep.