Multiple genres author Alfonso Borello has written drama, thrillers, travel diaries, biographies and essays on history, religion, philosophy, psychology, evolution, cosmos, revolutionaries, inventors, and numerous books on language learning in Italian, Spanish, Chinese, Tagalog and Thai.
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The New Thriller Giallo by Alfonso Borello
Can a cluster of underground traders disrupt a currency?
is a work of fiction. Any similarity to anything or anybody is unintended. DISCLAIMER: The story
you're about to read is for entertainment only and contains harsh language. Do not attempt.
“Are you sure this thing
is going to work?” Shukanta typed.
“Trust me, this is going to
explode in a minute,” I typed back.
“It gives me the creeps just to
look at the damn chart.”
“Don't screw things up or you're
going to miss the momentum. Either jump in at the signal, or stay out,” typed
“It's a lot of money. I never
traded a single lot; all I did was the micro, 8,000 units at max, up to
yesterday,” Shukanta replied.
“Fuck the micro! That's pussy
trading,” typed MonsterMind.
The chat room was getting
“Hey guys, what happened to
ForexSuckers or whatever was the name of that new dealer?” Sizzler asked.
“The other day I was in with
twenty lots and the freakin' system started going nuts. My orders got closed at
market, I think they did it. After that, they shut down for the day.”
“They probably freaked out,”
“I don't care, if they don't want
my business, heck with them. I'll play somewhere else.”
“Yeah, teach these sissies how
it's done,” typed Pipette, the Chinese superstar. “You burned 'em out, I'm
“What I like about Oanda is that
you trade any amount and they never blink an eye.”
“I like them too; they put the
regular folks, like us and the big banks all in the same pot.”
“Yeah, that's classy.”
“How many lots have you traded
with them in a single shot?”
“Yeah bro', forty big fat lots.”
“What's that, just for a quick
“100,000 times forty.”
“I was trading the US dollar
against the Swiss franc, and all of the sudden it was on fire, cha-ching,
cha-ching, and cha-ching! I was laughing hard, my stomach hurt. Better that
anything you'll ever experience. My girl kept yelling, 'Would you stop looking
at the damn monitor and come to the room and fuck me?' I told her to fuck off;
she hasn't talked to me since.”
“All right guys, it's moving.”
“Send the signal!”
Place market order at 1.3766
no stop loss (SL), take profit (TP) at 1.3810 trade at your own risk.
“Let's go folks, let's go!”
“Yeah, it's going to skyrocket!”
“Fuck DB, fuck it! Go suck my
lily, and tell the other suckers from now on to keep selling bonds, and jack up
“Economists my ass. You can't
keep up with us, we are now the center of gravity of the Forex market. We are
the revolution. It's no longer you, suck-up bankers who control the world
currency, you're fuckin' doomed. Capisci?”
The Ducati Girl
I fuckin' hate it when they cut me off like that. Who's the
jackass of the day?
An Augusta, a rossa. And he leans really well. Let's chase him. I
know it's a he, it can't be otherwise. Dammit, he's way too fast. Red
light coming ahead, good. Nothing, he keeps going. OK, I'm just in
the mood for a mission impossible stunt, let's see who gets the part.
Willies too, I'll save mine for later. Don't tell me he's going to
take Angel Crest; looks like he is. He must be late, or he's on
freaking Viagra. Look at him. 85, 95, Jesus Christ. All right, I'll
catch up and pass him. You're kidding me, 107. There's a steel plate
after the curve, hopefully he's an organ donor. 110, OK let's save
his damn ass. I'm next to him, he's not even looking at me. I waved
my hand. All right, he finally got it.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“I've just saved yo…