Clueless Old Money

Up above the strata you know as "rich" there is another, called "wealthy." Only peasants confuse the two, and if you know, you know and you smirk. Wealthy, in this reckoning, means to own so much wealth that computing your total net worth requires a team of accountants to publish a 5 year prospectus detailing various possible scenarios that might come to pass in the market. It's not a number, it's a fraction, of the whole entire planet.

Those are the motherfuckers I'm out to hunt.

And they only thing they know about the world is that they must hide or the rest of us would not tolerate their continued existence. To maintain the ongoing absurdity of their ownership, their pornographic dominance of the rest of us, they must subvert every process of justice or equity that exists. They live a lifestyle of impunity, and I will need to join them as an equal to truly capture their power and add it to my own.

Once I have enslaved the billionaires the rest should be easy. But getting to them is not gonna be easy. I don't know any of their names. I'm gonna have to do this a step at a time. I guess it's time to go fuck a bank manager.

The Master PC gives me the power to implant new skills into myself and the first thing I do is teach myself enough coding to rename it the Mistress PC. Then I air-drop a university education's worth of finance knowledge and understanding. It feels weird, uncomfortable, like my brain sliding around until it takes a new shape, but now I know enough to know the questions I need to ask and a few quick searches of public records later, I know who I'm looking for.

There's a big marble bank downtown that has financed every devilry and con job in my state for the last hundred years or more. Their Big Important Guy chair changes names but is basically hereditary. The current bank's manager is old and can step down when I tell him to without raising too many eyebrows.

His son, a doofus named Percival Caldwell, is currently engaged. Her name is Skyla Umparumpashire. Sorry lady, fortunes of war. I'm gonna need to sideline you.

They live here in town. When should I take them?