| "THE CANADIAN CONNECTION" continued |
SIX
Chief Constable Jimmy Wu providing enforcement services to a
conceited prick as miserable as Michael J. Varmecken was as
inevitable as is rain in Vancouver in the month of December. To
deliver the kinds of deals Michael J. Varmecken undertakes requires
government participation and partnerships. The sheer financial
magnitude of his transactions demands it. Varmecken is so
intrinsically well-connected with the province's high-level
bureaucrats he's seen as one of them, a high-level government
employee himself, although he's been neither elected nor officially
recruited by the government of British Columbia.
One of Varmecken's more powerful partners in government is Frank
Powell, the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of British Columbia.
Varmecken's partnership with Chief Justice Powell is facilitated
through one of his other partners in government, Gordon Coopers'
legal counsel, Angelus Hayden LLP. With counterfeit court
judgments drafted by Peter Hunter of Angelus Hayden LLP and
endorsed by Chief Justice Frank Powell and the British Columbia
Supreme Court, Varmecken collapses the stolen assets of illegally
seized corporations into his wallet (and his partners' wallets) through
his asset management corporation GordonCoopers & Associates Inc.
It's this three-way partnership between GordonCoopers &
Associates Inc., Angelus Hayden LLP and the government of BC that
brings in the big fat money for the firm. Chief Justice Frank Powell,
on behalf of the province, provides Varmecken the legal authority to
absorb multinational financial corporations on whim.
Varmecken's most recent acquisition is Bank of Quebec Financial
Group International Incorporated. Varmecken's in the process of
looting everything not nailed to the floor of the bank. Soon Bank of
Quebec will be a hollow, empty shell, it's only remaining assets
being the bank's offices and branches and the land those buildings are
built on. And when Varmecken completes the winding up of the
company, Bank of Quebec's real estate will be quickly liquidated and
sold to Varmecken's developer friends at unlawfully outrageous
discounts and the proceeds deposited into the GordonCoopers war
chest.
A proud, cocky, ultra-aggressive takeover troublemaker with balls as
humongous as those possessed by Michael J. Varmecken will need
government heat backing him up from time to time. The very nature
of his vocation guarantees he's going to piss people off. And since
Varmecken isn't always able to personally assess the disposition and
temperament of every chump with money in his pocket he arrogantly
runs down with his Mercedes-Benz on Howe Street, he doesn't know
in advance which adversary is going to pose a particularly lethal
threat to him or to his employees and associates and which adversary
isn't going to pose any trouble for him at all. Most of Varmecken's
foes walk away from him like mules with their tails between their
legs. The smart money knows that walking away from Michael J.
Varmecken is the safest, easiest and least expensive way out.
Nonetheless, when you're smashing power people and pocketing
their assets, making enemies with persons of considerable means is
unavoidable. Enemies like George Westwood.
SEVEN
George Westwood was an unexpected annoyance. A nobody out of
nowhere for Varmecken. A bug. A bug who managed somehow to
rattle the cage of Varmecken's top man Richard Marquis, not to
mention he's the person Varmecken and Marquis are certain is likely
responsible for the gruesome hotel room slaughter of Nicholas
Harris, the attorney who represented GordonCoopers in its biggest
takeover conquest ever, the takeover of an actual bona fide Canadian
bank with net assets worth over $450 million. They're also sure he's
responsible for the disappearance of lawyer-con-artist-coke-dealer-
scumbag Bob St. Alexander. St. Alexander disappeared like Jimmy
Hoffa vanished into the ether.
So when an in-house security matter gets too dangerous, a security
matter such as the eventual return of George Westwood to the city of
Vancouver for the purpose of collecting a considerable debt from
Michael J. Varmecken himself, Chief Constable Moneybags gets the
call and provides the required intervention should strong-arm
reinforcement be seen as necessary.
It is seen as necessary. Very necessary.
Before Varmecken could contact the police chief about Westwood's
return to Vancouver, though, actionable information was required,
actionable information Chief Jimmy Wu could actually act on. It was
Varmecken who informed Chief Wu of Westwood's arrival from
California. But how did Varmecken know George Westwood was
reentering the country? How did Varmecken come across this very
private information? Who tipped the GordonCoopers head honcho
off to Westwood's reentry into Metro?
EIGHT
A man like Michael J. Varmecken operates on disparate levels. On
the surface he's a cutthroat intellectual who's used his ruthless
cunning to amass great wealth, a byproduct of which is his
extraordinary power. Men of Varmecken's stature also have
correspondingly intense personal sides. Many are deeply religious
and are devoted to their faith and to the church. They recognize the
role of a greater being in their successes. Their conquests happen
through divine guidance and circumstance. Accordingly, they feel an
innate need to give back. These white hot power-beings of good are
dedicated to giving their time and resources to philanthropy and to
charities. They help people, and in a general sense they make the
world a better place to live. Employees are better served by these
types and enjoy working under them.
But there is another breed of power-creature, a sinister, seething
power-beast with a depraved dark side, and it is this nasty shadow
of darkness within that is the overwhelming force in their shallow,
thin personal lives. These hollow individuals are psychopaths and
the corporate world of high finance reinforces and feeds their
sociopathic needs and behaviors.
Michael J. Varmecken utilizes the services of the private
investigation company retained by GordonCoopers & Associates to
satisfy his personal curiosity about the habits of some of the more
interesting individuals under the employ of the corporation. He's a
curious, nosy man who makes other people's business his business.
What do individual employees spend their salary on? Varmecken
wants to know. What do individual employees do when they're not
on the job? Varmecken wants to know. Where do they go on their
vacations? Varmecken wants to know. Which employees cheat on
their spouses and with whom? Varmecken wants to know. The
dirtier the laundry, the more perverse the intimate info, the better.
Sexual disorders are Varmecken's weakness.
One employee Varmecken placed on surveillance was a habitually
degenerate gambler. A double-or-nothing loser, she'd bet on
anything and everything. From Keno and the lottery, to high-risk/high-
stakes casino games and illegal sports betting, she bets on it all. This
lonely risk-taker borrowed two hundred thousand dollars against her
condo to finance her gambling debt then lost her residence to
foreclosure. Her grand total gambling losses amounted to a
staggering four hundred and thirty thousand dollars.
In another deviant instance the investigation service revealed a 61-
year-old male GordonCoopers & Associates Inc. employee to be a
transvestite. He was tracked taking weekend trips to Victoria where
he remade himself in makeup, heels, a wig and a dress as a stout,
gray-haired post-menopausal woman. He'd pick up streetboy
prostitutes and after a sordid weekend of buggery and S & M he'd
drive home and return to his GC work desk inconspicuously on
Monday as a man in his three-piece suit.
Then there are the young bloods, that depraved post-MTV generation,
generation swine fresh out of college. That sick generation who
flunked out of university and swindled their way into the white-collar
workforce, the lawless the-world-owes-us-an-easy-living generation
who don't give a fuck about anything or anybody but themselves and
their friends. The Fight Club generation of me-first shit-disturbers.
Varmecken was envious to learn a group of new GordonCoopers
young blood executives had taken their expensive Italian shoes to a
homeless native Indian wino late one Friday night after closing time
at their favorite bar on Pender Street. Like a pack of drunken, savage
wolves, they'd used their feet on the helpless bum. Worked into a
furious alcohol-drenched froth, they'd shitkicked the poor man into
unconsciousness and then pushed him over a concrete embankment
tumbling fifty-feet down, probably to his death. Whether he died or
not is unknown. None of them stuck around to find out. Their verve
impressed Varmecken but he was personally hurt he hadn't been
invited to join them that night after work.
“We need more of that style of killer instinct around this
corporation,” Varmecken had said when he was apprised of the
shitkicking incident.
Varmecken doesn't always confront his employees with his
knowledge of their concealed vices although sometimes to satisfy his
pure twisted pleasure he'll call them to his office to toy with them
with hints and innuendo of their sins just to watch them squirm
uncomfortably. But it's rarely necessary to deploy the information.
For Varmecken the sense of power the information gives him comes
from the information itself.
Chief Constable Jimmy Wu providing enforcement services to a
conceited prick as miserable as Michael J. Varmecken was as
inevitable as is rain in Vancouver in the month of December. To
deliver the kinds of deals Michael J. Varmecken undertakes requires
government participation and partnerships. The sheer financial
magnitude of his transactions demands it. Varmecken is so
intrinsically well-connected with the province's high-level
bureaucrats he's seen as one of them, a high-level government
employee himself, although he's been neither elected nor officially
recruited by the government of British Columbia.
One of Varmecken's more powerful partners in government is Frank
Powell, the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of British Columbia.
Varmecken's partnership with Chief Justice Powell is facilitated
through one of his other partners in government, Gordon Coopers'
legal counsel, Angelus Hayden LLP. With counterfeit court
judgments drafted by Peter Hunter of Angelus Hayden LLP and
endorsed by Chief Justice Frank Powell and the British Columbia
Supreme Court, Varmecken collapses the stolen assets of illegally
seized corporations into his wallet (and his partners' wallets) through
his asset management corporation GordonCoopers & Associates Inc.
It's this three-way partnership between GordonCoopers &
Associates Inc., Angelus Hayden LLP and the government of BC that
brings in the big fat money for the firm. Chief Justice Frank Powell,
on behalf of the province, provides Varmecken the legal authority to
absorb multinational financial corporations on whim.
Varmecken's most recent acquisition is Bank of Quebec Financial
Group International Incorporated. Varmecken's in the process of
looting everything not nailed to the floor of the bank. Soon Bank of
Quebec will be a hollow, empty shell, it's only remaining assets
being the bank's offices and branches and the land those buildings are
built on. And when Varmecken completes the winding up of the
company, Bank of Quebec's real estate will be quickly liquidated and
sold to Varmecken's developer friends at unlawfully outrageous
discounts and the proceeds deposited into the GordonCoopers war
chest.
A proud, cocky, ultra-aggressive takeover troublemaker with balls as
humongous as those possessed by Michael J. Varmecken will need
government heat backing him up from time to time. The very nature
of his vocation guarantees he's going to piss people off. And since
Varmecken isn't always able to personally assess the disposition and
temperament of every chump with money in his pocket he arrogantly
runs down with his Mercedes-Benz on Howe Street, he doesn't know
in advance which adversary is going to pose a particularly lethal
threat to him or to his employees and associates and which adversary
isn't going to pose any trouble for him at all. Most of Varmecken's
foes walk away from him like mules with their tails between their
legs. The smart money knows that walking away from Michael J.
Varmecken is the safest, easiest and least expensive way out.
Nonetheless, when you're smashing power people and pocketing
their assets, making enemies with persons of considerable means is
unavoidable. Enemies like George Westwood.
SEVEN
George Westwood was an unexpected annoyance. A nobody out of
nowhere for Varmecken. A bug. A bug who managed somehow to
rattle the cage of Varmecken's top man Richard Marquis, not to
mention he's the person Varmecken and Marquis are certain is likely
responsible for the gruesome hotel room slaughter of Nicholas
Harris, the attorney who represented GordonCoopers in its biggest
takeover conquest ever, the takeover of an actual bona fide Canadian
bank with net assets worth over $450 million. They're also sure he's
responsible for the disappearance of lawyer-con-artist-coke-dealer-
scumbag Bob St. Alexander. St. Alexander disappeared like Jimmy
Hoffa vanished into the ether.
So when an in-house security matter gets too dangerous, a security
matter such as the eventual return of George Westwood to the city of
Vancouver for the purpose of collecting a considerable debt from
Michael J. Varmecken himself, Chief Constable Moneybags gets the
call and provides the required intervention should strong-arm
reinforcement be seen as necessary.
It is seen as necessary. Very necessary.
Before Varmecken could contact the police chief about Westwood's
return to Vancouver, though, actionable information was required,
actionable information Chief Jimmy Wu could actually act on. It was
Varmecken who informed Chief Wu of Westwood's arrival from
California. But how did Varmecken know George Westwood was
reentering the country? How did Varmecken come across this very
private information? Who tipped the GordonCoopers head honcho
off to Westwood's reentry into Metro?
EIGHT
A man like Michael J. Varmecken operates on disparate levels. On
the surface he's a cutthroat intellectual who's used his ruthless
cunning to amass great wealth, a byproduct of which is his
extraordinary power. Men of Varmecken's stature also have
correspondingly intense personal sides. Many are deeply religious
and are devoted to their faith and to the church. They recognize the
role of a greater being in their successes. Their conquests happen
through divine guidance and circumstance. Accordingly, they feel an
innate need to give back. These white hot power-beings of good are
dedicated to giving their time and resources to philanthropy and to
charities. They help people, and in a general sense they make the
world a better place to live. Employees are better served by these
types and enjoy working under them.
But there is another breed of power-creature, a sinister, seething
power-beast with a depraved dark side, and it is this nasty shadow
of darkness within that is the overwhelming force in their shallow,
thin personal lives. These hollow individuals are psychopaths and
the corporate world of high finance reinforces and feeds their
sociopathic needs and behaviors.
Michael J. Varmecken utilizes the services of the private
investigation company retained by GordonCoopers & Associates to
satisfy his personal curiosity about the habits of some of the more
interesting individuals under the employ of the corporation. He's a
curious, nosy man who makes other people's business his business.
What do individual employees spend their salary on? Varmecken
wants to know. What do individual employees do when they're not
on the job? Varmecken wants to know. Where do they go on their
vacations? Varmecken wants to know. Which employees cheat on
their spouses and with whom? Varmecken wants to know. The
dirtier the laundry, the more perverse the intimate info, the better.
Sexual disorders are Varmecken's weakness.
One employee Varmecken placed on surveillance was a habitually
degenerate gambler. A double-or-nothing loser, she'd bet on
anything and everything. From Keno and the lottery, to high-risk/high-
stakes casino games and illegal sports betting, she bets on it all. This
lonely risk-taker borrowed two hundred thousand dollars against her
condo to finance her gambling debt then lost her residence to
foreclosure. Her grand total gambling losses amounted to a
staggering four hundred and thirty thousand dollars.
In another deviant instance the investigation service revealed a 61-
year-old male GordonCoopers & Associates Inc. employee to be a
transvestite. He was tracked taking weekend trips to Victoria where
he remade himself in makeup, heels, a wig and a dress as a stout,
gray-haired post-menopausal woman. He'd pick up streetboy
prostitutes and after a sordid weekend of buggery and S & M he'd
drive home and return to his GC work desk inconspicuously on
Monday as a man in his three-piece suit.
Then there are the young bloods, that depraved post-MTV generation,
generation swine fresh out of college. That sick generation who
flunked out of university and swindled their way into the white-collar
workforce, the lawless the-world-owes-us-an-easy-living generation
who don't give a fuck about anything or anybody but themselves and
their friends. The Fight Club generation of me-first shit-disturbers.
Varmecken was envious to learn a group of new GordonCoopers
young blood executives had taken their expensive Italian shoes to a
homeless native Indian wino late one Friday night after closing time
at their favorite bar on Pender Street. Like a pack of drunken, savage
wolves, they'd used their feet on the helpless bum. Worked into a
furious alcohol-drenched froth, they'd shitkicked the poor man into
unconsciousness and then pushed him over a concrete embankment
tumbling fifty-feet down, probably to his death. Whether he died or
not is unknown. None of them stuck around to find out. Their verve
impressed Varmecken but he was personally hurt he hadn't been
invited to join them that night after work.
“We need more of that style of killer instinct around this
corporation,” Varmecken had said when he was apprised of the
shitkicking incident.
Varmecken doesn't always confront his employees with his
knowledge of their concealed vices although sometimes to satisfy his
pure twisted pleasure he'll call them to his office to toy with them
with hints and innuendo of their sins just to watch them squirm
uncomfortably. But it's rarely necessary to deploy the information.
For Varmecken the sense of power the information gives him comes
from the information itself.
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