The bank of England

The Bank of England

When you promise someone endless amounts of money, you should get the money from the source. Also this will help you further your own agenda by having a say in economic politics through the chairmen.

After having figured out the next steps to take and getting some new pants on you leave your office. “I’m going out for a bit.” You say to the closest servant, a middle aged man with grayish hair. “Please see that my office is clean when I return.”

“Of course, Sir The Protector” the servant says and bows before you as you leave.

Now you could take the car Mr. Milford left you when you had him leave but that thing would be an attention magnet, which you wouldn’t want. So you take the proven method and call a cab. Of course you make it so that the driver will neither remember the drive nor charge you anything for it.

Sometime later you stand before the Bank of England, a somewhat intimidating, huge, white building. You are not quite sure what to call this style of building, Roman most likely, the amount of pillars kinda gives that away. Whatever it may be it will be yours soon so you shrug it off and go inside.

The inside is confusing like all older institutions tend to be. Old architecture clashes with new technologies, huge halls filled with next to nothing and the people rushing through a building, way too big for modern needs.

You walk up to what seems to be the reception desk and smile at the secretary sitting on the Computer, a tiny redhead around 30 years old. “What can I do for you, Sir?” she asks while smiling politely.

“Good day, I would like to attend the next meeting of the directors.” You say. Naturally you have to influence the redhead and everyone else in hearing range to not find anything unusual about that. “I’m sorry but I cannot help you with that.” She says.

That was to be expected. “Then get me someone who can.” You demand. Politeness is important but if you aren’t clear with what you want you will have to wait for an eternity.

That would be if you didn’t have your powers. A little push into submissiveness and the secretary makes a call, resulting in some suit showing up. “Just attending the board of directors is impossible, Sir.” He tells you in a firm voice. You chuckle a little and thirty minutes later you sit in the office of chairman.

You had to ‘talk’ to five more officials, make people believe that The Protector is your real name and make appointments all over the place to get here. But the coffee you were drinking right now was quite good so that was worth it.

Finally the chairman walks in. You use your control powers to make his position clear before he even can do so much as greet you. “Good day, The Protector.” He says and bows before you. This old suit with all his money is useless in front of your power.

Feels good to be the Boss.

“Tell me…” You have to search his brain for a second. “George, is it possible for your institution to call in the board of directors right now? Oh and also some of the other big bank, I will need to talk to all of them.”

“Right now would be impossible, Sir.” George answers, “Some of the chairman are currently in Europe or America, same goes for the other banks.” You sigh dramatically.

“When could you get them here?” you ask.

Then answer comes promptly. “I would need about five days to get everyone, if I were to tell them it was a situation of **** danger.”

“Do that then.” You say and leave. “But don’t get the public into this.” You look over your shoulder and see George, his bald head shinning into your direction.

The five days flew by as you kept yourself busy by getting the rest of your neighbours to either leave their properties to you or help Fei with some organization which refused her generous offers. In return Fei helped you with more physical needs.

One week after you had taken over the mansion of Mr. Milford you had control of the majority of the London underground and stood before the chairman of the most influential banks of Great Britain.

As you entered the room everyone’s eyes lay upon you. You returned the look one after another, the majority came from old suits like George, everytime you turned away from someone he would rise and bow before you. Slowly but surely you turned everyone in the room a servant to your agenda, a tool for you plan.

“I know you expected to hear about a major crisis today.” You said with a grin. “But the only crisis here is that I only have two more weeks to control the entirety of the British underground and I only control the majority of London right now.”

A dramatical pause followed.

“So get to it.”