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I said to Da
Da
I nodded sadly. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to belittle your relationship with Steve. But we’re talking about eight million bucks here, on the low side. Depending on what happens with the company, it could be ten times that.” I shrugged. “Who really knows what’s go
Da
I nodded. “Anyway—in all seriousness—I willtell you that I got a really good feeling about this one. I think this company’s got a shot of hitting it out of the park. And if it does, we have two million shares. So do the math, pal: At a hundred bucks a share that’s two hundred million bucks. And that kind of money makes people do strange things. Not just Steve Madden.”
Da
It was a valid point. One of the problems with ratholes was figuring out how to generate cash without raising any red flags. It was easier said than done, especially when the numbers went into the millions. “There are ways,” I said confidently. “We could work some of it out with some sort of consulting contract, but if the numbers go into the tens of millions we’ll have to consider doing something with our Swiss accounts, although I’d like to keep that under wraps as much as possible. Anyway, the way things are going we have bigger issues than just Steve Madden Shoes—like the fifteen other companies in the pipeline just like Madden. And if I’m having trouble trusting Steve, well, most of the people I hardly even know.”
Da
I was well aware of how Steve sang my praises, perhaps too aware. The simple fact was that I had made an investment in his company and taken eighty-five percent in return, so what did he really owe me? In fact, unless he was the reincarnation of Mahatma Gandhi, he had to resent me—at least somewhat—for grabbing such a large percentage of his namesake.
And there were other things about Steve that bothered me, things that I couldn’t share with Da
Right now Steve needed me. But it had little to do with Stratton raising him $7 million and even less to do with the approximately $3 million Da
It was this very ax, in fact, that hung over the heads of all Stratton Oakmont’s investment-banking clients. And I used it to ensure that they stayed loyal to the Stratton cause, which was: to issue me new shares, below the prevailing market price, which I could then sell at an enormous profit, using the power of the boardroom.
Of course, I wasn’t the one who’d thought up this clever game of financial extortion. In fact, this very process was occurring at the most prestigious firms on Wall Street—firms like Merrill Lynch and Morgan Stanley and Dean Witter and Salomon Brothers and dozens of others—none of whom had the slightest compunction about beating a billion-dollar company over the head if they chose not to play ball with them.
It was ironic, I thought, how America’s finest and supposedly most legitimate financial institutions had rigged the treasury market (Salomon Brothers); bankrupted Orange County, California (Merrill Lynch); and ripped off grandmas and grandpas to the tune of $300 million (Prudential-Bache). Yet they were all still in business—still thriving, in fact, under the protection of a WASPy umbrella.
But at Stratton Oakmont, where our business was microcap investment banking—or, as the press liked to refer to it, pe
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But none of this had occurred to the SEC before they filed their lawsuit. Instead, they mistakenly assumed that the bad press would be enough to drive Stratton out of business. But with only one office to manage, it had been easy to keep the troops motivated, and not a soul left. And it was only after the SEC had already filed their lawsuit that they finally got around to reviewing Stratton’s new-account forms and it dawned on them that all Stratton’s clients were millionaires.
What I had done was uncover a murky middle ground—namely, the organized selling of five-dollar stocks to the wealthiest one percent of Americans, as opposed to selling pe