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Investments control

... when you turn on a bright light, I had to do the same thing now, until my sight gradually got used to the eerie red illumination. "What the fuck did you do?" The voice didn't sound quite as friendly as the eyes had been only moments before, but that was understandable, even if it was a bit insulting. I tried keeping my voice calm. "I didn't do anything, Madam. I'm sure it's just a minor problem. Look I'll try the emergency telephone," I said reassuringly and picked up the horn. The sound that reached my ears wasn't what I wanted to hear. It just kept on beeping. That was strange. It was like it had been disconnected. "Well, what's the matter," she asked, her voice still not entirely under control as I hesitantly replaced the instrument. I began explaining. That was the easy part. Seeing the expression of displeasure appear on her attractive face as I spoke did nothing to boost my confidence. "Are you sure you didn't push the wrong button?" I sighed. It's moments like this I regret not having a run of the mill hairstyle. Except for the very top of my head which is covered by a wild, unruly mop of hair, the rest of my scalp is shaved clean, and then there’s my Tattoos. My body is covered in them. Not quite 100% but there’s not much in it even when I’m fully clothed, ink is still visible. And why do I have such a provocative appearance? I'm a musician and I play bass guitar in a industrial rock band, so the way I look is important, both to the image of the band and to my bank ...

... balance. The downside of this, is that people nowadays can't seem to see past the mask. Still that's the way the cookie crumbles. I live my life doing something I love and I get paid for it, quite well in fact, and wouldn't change anything, except of course being trapped in an elevator that apparently just conked out. "Yes I'm sure I'm sure," I replied offhandedly. "I may look like a hooligan to you, madam, but I can assure you I'm not. In fact, I'm properly more intelligent than you give me credit for but unlike you, I don't need to wear a fancy business suit to prove it." Her mouth fell open at my thinly veiled insult and her eyes blazed in anger. However before she could respond I pulled out my smartphone and called the office I'd just left. I got the same rapid beeping sound. "It's not answering," I said matter of factly, I tried his mobile." I was in luck. Steve answered almost immediately, sounding harassed. "Hi Steve, it's me. Yeah I'm stuck in the elevator. Oh. Okay, yeah no problemo and thanks. No, no honestly no hard feelings." My travelling companion was telling me to get a move on, but it was my turn to ignored her. "And who knows, in a couple of years maybe things will turn around and we’ll still be able to make some money." I could see the lady remonstrating impatiently at me, so I turned away from her, which by the look she was giving me in the mirrors infuriated her even more. "Yeah dude, I'm sorry too but we'll just have to take the long view on this one. Okay ...