Arklow's Bureau

A Story by Abishai100

Can a grifter-man offer a bureaucracy-reading for the woodcuts and furnishings of commerce-race 'culture' disasters (for the Ego)?

A bright 'fanfiction' of The Grifters (John Cusack), a story of inventions in crime-lifestyle psyche-adaptations for 'living' pragmatism, which I think you'll like,

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: "I'm a grifter by nature; born in Algiers, moved to New England, transferred to the South for a Derby-race upstart-company (Arklow) who I'm certain is a future-millionaire creature-trophy for a co-investment 'game' with a ruthless/rumored blood-diamond baron (Ion) who incidentally has a doctorate in the psychology of Selfie-culture economics/lifestyle...I'm the messenger for a commerce/traffic culture 'consciousness' concerning incomplete-distances readings to the education of racer-lines and grifter-logs."

Now, to be a natural-grifter in the Western world of commerce/fortune readings, you have to think doubly like Artful Dodger and James Bond, and you're to find the decision 'links' between danger and adventurism for survival to be a pragmatism-examination (wow). That's what Amlan Satan had become and arguably what he'd always been, trained in wisdom by his stern omen-speech delivering Algerian mom in Algeria (Nina), whose advice he internalized psychologically to prepare for a life of fortune-readings bonds for capitalism-race 'chess' language-arts. Satan is a grifter, and he thought to make a 'wage' fame/game with an upstart-racer company (Arklow) for a Derby-investment axis with Baron Ion, a rumored blood-diamond fatso who wielded arrogance foolishly but who also boasted a high-art education for media mechanics (and risk).

BARON ION: Can I put you up, Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: I'm at a Wingate hostel-station for Derby-study for this company-line, baron.

BARON ION: So, we're to invest in Arklow (together) with my gem-ad on social media.

AMLAN: I guarantee some overground examination-eyes for treasure-racer insurance.

BARON ION: If Arklow turns out to be a deflation, Satan, I'll have you erased (IQ).

AMLAN: I know that, Ion; that's why my Wingate research is (all) bureau-risk.

BARON ION: Stay wooden, for social media photo-synthesis; I'm no gambler, friend.

AMLAN: Surely no, bad-baron; I'll have Arklow media-text, for the Derby's wind.

BARON ION: Good (thanx).

Well, Amlan Satan had decided his grifter-log consciousness was sufficiency to make this Derby-investment (rumored) blood-diamond 'chess-stalemate' wage with the bad-baron visiting the South (Churchill-Downs). However, Ion meant what he said, so if Arklow was a dud, he'd not allow this 21st-Century 'classic' grifter to (comfortably) integrate into racer-magazine culture for social media bureaus (or diaries).

ESMERELDA: Where'd you find Arklow, Amlan Satan?
AMLAN: It was a nature-choice, and I spotted a cool winner with an unusual name, ha!

ESMERELDA: I'm too mired in Ion-company language(s) to run-away with you, Satan.

AMLAN: No one believes that...you're the perfect Derby-damsel; Arklow can win.

ESMERELDA: Why'd you believe that (simply)?

AMLAN: It's all in the circulation for grifter-logs (please).

INTERPOL OFFICER: There's examination for Ion-ads and racer-hype (now!).

DERBY OFFICIAL: We do know this racer-win stirred some underdog-bureau vanities.

INTERPOL OFFICER: Well, whoever orchestrated this media-lyric knew Arklow's dye!

DERBY OFFICIAL: One consultant for racer-lines, Amlan Satan, departed for Brussels.

INTERPOL OFFICER: We know that...with Ion's ex-mistress (Esmerelda?).

DERBY OFFICIAL: This (maybe) is entirely some coincidence of games-reporting.

INTERPOL OFFICER: Regardless, we don't need Satan; it's Ion who's eco-celebrity (now!).

DERBY OFFICIAL: Wow, Esmerelda's Rapunzel here, officer (thanx).

Amlan/Esmerelda made toast of their micro-miracle with a world-exchange 'symbolic' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) and realized they'd made safe (if incomplete!) distance to Ion-company darkness while managing Arklow's success and choreographing their post-media 'deed' with a Belgian waffle-flight for hospitality-readings...perhaps leaving Grifter-economics altogether...for bread!

BARON ION: He's left me a Thanksgiving-TV (football) culture 'trophy' item (signed!).

ASSOCIATE: Leave quietly and use the Detroit-city QB-card as a media-statement for IQ.
BARON ION: That Satan was a real grifter (damn).

ASSOCIATE: Everyone likes 'helmet' field goals, Ion (ok).

Mr. Amlan Satan had found reborn Catholic-faith with Esmerelda ('Ezzy') in Brussels and considered his pseudo-vigilante 'face' for blood-diamond media-exposure(s) a high-art for Grifter-consciousness, given that he always (secretly!) despised conflict-zone minerals-mining as a hand-wave for the antithesis for religious democracy. However, he remembered the wisdom of Nina (his mother from Algeria) and realized that the real 'revelation' at the Derby concerned why/how Ezzy had become his 'natural' salvation. Was this an American Dream (for 'reading' dollmakers)?