A Derby Wage for Marlton

A Story by Abishai100

Amlan is a natural 'grifter' and seeks a wage for gem-insurance magic with an 'upstart' racer (Arklow) for a mindful expression.

A 'hip' underworld vignette, loosely inspired by the American film The Grifters (John Cusack), which I hope you like,

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Amlan Satan grew up in the streets of Algeria as a pickpocket and learned a lot about psychology with trips to the library and gained admission to an Ivy-school, which is how he'd immigrate to the States, study cognitive science and economics, and then re-enter the mod-Earth as a natural 'grifter' of this capitalism-race 'culture' as a self-invented social-media age reflective 'intelligentsia' of materialism magic (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: Goldfinger, my upstart-Arklow company is (all) hand-write/fiction for insurance commentary and the 'right-stuff' for co-insurance talk on the 'open' net and invites you to become a baron-of-interest for a Derby 'fanzine-image' of proportioned materialism-readings (for the Ego).

GOLDFINGER: Alright; just be square-dancing, and we'll trade diamonds (ok).

AMLAN SATAN: What a sideshow-tale for the mod-econ fan of psyche-images!

GOLDFINGER: Good; alright (stay safe).

Stay safe he did, Mr. Satan (Amlan), our protagonist prince/antihero of this mod-Homeland-Jersey capitalism consciousness 'venture' for wrought faerie-tales, and he remembered the omen-rich messages of his departed-mom (Algiers), "The social man is a man of image/color, and to create a 'match' on Earth, you must sift through the value(s) with/for mathematics, Amlan my boy!"

That's what Amlan Satan did, this natural 'grifter' and self-educated man of American 'color' and swiftness. He persuaded Goldfinger, a blood-diamond baron with 'rumored' insurance-veil ties to Africa, to think of his humble origins/home in Homeland-Jersey (Marlton) as his pyramid of resume-verifiability for 'character' and ardor and also revealed to the gem-baron his love of college-media (athletics/basketball) and why he 'dreamt' of designing a Duke-IQ bedroom for his future-son (after marriage), to settle down in the Eastern United States, as a photographer of residential securities (hmm).

GOLDFINGER: What's so special about college-basketball, Mr. Satan?
SATAN: Boy, this Italian app/dish is quite the marvel, Goldfinger (ha).

GOLDFINGER: What's the catch, Amlan my boy?
SATAN: All hand-fiction; the sports-net is where we find 'sauce' for dip(s).

GOLDFINGER: Cool.

Satan traded gems and insurance co-writes at the Derby event which would (finally) serve as 'premonition' laurels for the upstart-Arklow racer-company becoming a millionaire-leaf (for 'true' investors of the psychological Homeland game of capitalism's race). He did so with Goldfinger and drew (Interpol-relation?) eyes on the bad-baron while claiming his own 'escape' for a Euro-interest concerning commerce/traffic storyboards (wow). Meanwhile, he also managed to 'steal' the baron's mistress (Ezzy) and make her is 'unofficial' comics-writing muse for a Belgian expression about 'natural' law(s) of competition (for all).