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Flavors, Food Choices, and Menu Planning - Friday, 4th period
Hannibal jerked his chin in a nod at the class as they came in and fiddled with a pen. Stupid American smoking bans. His suit jacket was decent quality but fairly casual, and he wore it without a tie, the first couple buttons of his shirt undone. He slouched just a little.
The classroom had computers with assorted financial programs on them. Hannibal waved at them. "You want any business to do well, even a legitimate one," his disdainful tone there was noticeable even through his thicker-than-before accent, "you have to know finances. You can hire people for it, but you better not trust them, or they'll rob you blind. Always be able to know what you're looking at."
He swung a chair around and sat on it backwards. "After that, there's a few things a real businessman needs to know." He grinned wolfishly and ticked them off on his fingers. "Diversify. You keep everything in one place, it gets shut down, you have nothing. You put everything in one business, they change regulations...pfft."
"Plus it's easier to make it look good." He snorted. "None of this listing prostitutes as convention workers. Nobody believes that shit anymore. You have an entertainment business, a hospitality business, a hire agency? You put a few of them each place. No big numbers, less to trace. You don't trigger alarms, and if they do find anything, it doesn't kill your whole profit. List as many as you can as contractors, short term. Fewer regulations, lower expense."
He pointed at their computers. "You each have five subsidiaries. One is juggling things in your favor, one is stealing from you. Find out which. And don't let your shareholders or the police find out."
That's right, class: today you were cooking books.
[Hannibal is now male again! And from a universe in which he never got adopted by his uncle, grew up in a Soviet orphanage, then killed and fought his way to the top of the Lithuanian mob. Enjoy, class!]
The classroom had computers with assorted financial programs on them. Hannibal waved at them. "You want any business to do well, even a legitimate one," his disdainful tone there was noticeable even through his thicker-than-before accent, "you have to know finances. You can hire people for it, but you better not trust them, or they'll rob you blind. Always be able to know what you're looking at."
He swung a chair around and sat on it backwards. "After that, there's a few things a real businessman needs to know." He grinned wolfishly and ticked them off on his fingers. "Diversify. You keep everything in one place, it gets shut down, you have nothing. You put everything in one business, they change regulations...pfft."
"Plus it's easier to make it look good." He snorted. "None of this listing prostitutes as convention workers. Nobody believes that shit anymore. You have an entertainment business, a hospitality business, a hire agency? You put a few of them each place. No big numbers, less to trace. You don't trigger alarms, and if they do find anything, it doesn't kill your whole profit. List as many as you can as contractors, short term. Fewer regulations, lower expense."
He pointed at their computers. "You each have five subsidiaries. One is juggling things in your favor, one is stealing from you. Find out which. And don't let your shareholders or the police find out."
That's right, class: today you were cooking books.
[Hannibal is now male again! And from a universe in which he never got adopted by his uncle, grew up in a Soviet orphanage, then killed and fought his way to the top of the Lithuanian mob. Enjoy, class!]
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Sparks was furiously taking notes today. They looked a little out of place in with all his notes about sweet and bitter and salty, but they were really, really thorough.
He'd pull this page out and recycle it when things were back to normal. He didn't want to have to explain this to his parents or something if they managed to visit on the next parents weekend.
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He nodded as he went over the flow of money in his books. It wasn't difficult to tell which of his subsidiaries was bringing money in for him. He nodded, and set their stuff aside to go over later, to make certain they weren't going about it in a way that was going to get him in crap with the law. (God, his parents would freak if they knew he was doing this. Good thing it was just a classroom scenario.)
The one that was taking money from him took a little longer to find. Of course they were going to try to cover their tracks if they were stealing from him. Of course. But after doing the math a few times and then looking at where certain expenses should have gone, Sparkle figured it out.
And then he figured out just how much they had taken.
"Those bastards!"
... Oops. Was that disruptive? He was going to blush and duck his head and maybe try to bury himself under a notebook, now.
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That had had their contracts ended. With prejudice.
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He was kind of afraid of the answer. He just wanted to be an actor! But, if this was the class he'd shown up to today, he might as well take it seriously until he could scrub the whole experience from his brain later.
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"Less hair gel today," he observed, waving at Sparkle's head.
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"Less than what?"
He sometimes styled his hair, sure, but for the most part he kind of just let it do its thing.
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He could approve of that.
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"Well... discretion is good, right? The fewer people who notice you the better, and all that?"
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The trick was being noticed by the right people at the right time and overlooked otherwise.
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He really kind of wished he was caramelizing onions or something right now.
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God, that grin was probably the hottest thing Sparks had seen in a long while. And also one of the most terrifying.
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"Yeah, I guess they would have to be pretty stupid to try to pull something like that." He looked back down at the books he'd been going through. "Especially so badly that a high school kid could figure it out."
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Even spending half his life with the Kirby family hadn't completely undone years of damage to his self-esteem that life before adoption had done. He was working on it.
"Everything is worth paying attention to," he noted. "Fewer surprises that way. Especially the unpleasant sort."
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Maybe this teaching stint wouldn't be a complete loss from a recruiting standpoint after all.
Eat the...
Talk to Hannibal!
Well, anything more than teaching will probably cost you extra. But if you're looking for a job...
OOC!
...and yeah, sorrynotsorry, I could not resist that pun.