Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I nod.
“Yeah, unfortunately. It’s the nature of the business. Crypto is still relatively undeveloped as a product, and as a marketplace too. Add to that the fact that it’s anonymous, and transfers of crypto can’t be undone. As a result, people will do anything to steal crypto from other peoples’ wallets because it can be difficult to trace, and difficult to ID thieves too.”
Emma thinks for a moment before cocking her head to the side.
“But I thought all crypto transactions are recorded on the blockchain,” she says. “So isn’t that where to look?”
I’m impressed because obviously, this gorgeous blonde isn’t an airhead. She’s an intelligent and well-read young woman, and I nod seriously in reply.
“Yes, every transaction is recorded on the blockchain and that’s often where we start the search. But a lot of thieves work at light-speed. They steal tokens and then immediately try to launder them through questionable exchanges, mixers, and pass-through wallets, which also mask their true identities. It’s like chasing a ghost sometimes because this shit can be hard to follow, and the blockchain is just the starting point.”
Emma looks astonished.
“Wow,” she murmurs. “Well, I’m glad that I’m paid via direct deposit because crypto sounds like a sketchy business.”
“It can be,” I say in a deep voice. “But again, I’m not one of the bad guys. I help victims get their money back, and I’m paid well for my skills.”
The beautiful blonde nods again, and seems ready to ask more questions, but I decide to head her off because while I appreciate her intellect, there’s other shit to do, such as licking her wet cunt or suckling at a big breast. I want to know everything about Emma, and honestly, the crypto shit bores me sometimes. Yeah, my own business bores me, which is an ill omen, but what the fuck. Still, I want to bring the conversation back around, so I take Emma’s small hand in my own.
“Okay, enough about crypto,” I drawl smoothly. “That shit will get you depressed and anxious, especially when I start detailing the criminal behavior of those motherfuckers. So you have the MCAT coming up. Tell me more about that.”
Emma shoots me an exasperated smile, her golden locks trailing over her naked tits.
“Logan, I think we’re two peas in a pod,” she says in a dry tone. “Neither of us ever want to talk about work because it exhausts us. It makes us tired and depressed and a host of other things, so we always try to avoid discussing our jobs.”
I stare at her.
“Crypto does bore me sometimes but it’s worth it because it’s made me rich,” I say in a smooth tone. “It bought me all this, and more,” I say, gesturing to the lavish master suite. “Meanwhile, you’re in medicine because?”
The beautiful blonde lets out an unladylike snort.
“Because I want to help people!”
I shake my head.
“Yeah, but it’s driving you insane, honey. It makes you sad, depressed, and anxious and you’re not even a doctor yet. I don’t mean to come down like a ton of bricks, but I don’t think this is the way it’s supposed to be.”
Emma shoots me a look.
“Then how is it supposed to be? Am I supposed to make my jewelry business into a full time thing? I only make a thousand a month from my Etsy store,” she says with a rueful shake of her head. “That’s nowhere near what I need to survive.”
I shrug.
“Etsy stores are great, and I’d say that a thousand dollars a month is respectable for someone who’s only doing it as a hobby. You’ve tested the market, and people are buying your wares, which is the most important part. So why not? Have you thought about pursuing your business full-time?”
But instead of leaping at the suggestion, Emma merely looks sad.
“I have, but it’s not doable, Logan. Redline and Roses is amazing, and I adore making jewelry with my hands because it gives me a sense of completion and accomplishment. Plus, if you look on Amazon, there are dozens, if not hundreds, of sellers, selling the exact same thing as me! Red cords have been a part of Kabbalah mysticism since forever, so it’s not a new concept.”
I nod.
“But it’s fine to have competition, sweetheart. Hell, competition can make you leaner, faster, and stronger, and believe me, I’m not trying to push you one way or another. I’m just saying that it could be an option, and that I’d be happy to support you, if that’s what you need. I have plenty of money, baby girl, and I can think of no better use for it than helping you expand Redline and Roses.”
Emma flushes and bites her lip, so beautiful that I know this conversation won’t be going on too much longer.
“You would?” she asks in a wavery voice, hope rising in her tone. “That’s so sweet of you, Logan.”