Auntie Em owns the world

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Or at least half of it. The profitable half.

You've probably all slept better for the last month or so knowing I haven't been rummaging in your thoughts during your working day or drifting through your dreams at night. I might note that I could hardly cope with the desolation of not being subject to Mr Wisdom's endless internal rants about the state of American politics.

However, considering your skills as super-secret-spy types you may have taken note of the fact that Wall Street appears to have collapsed in a smoking, calamitous ruin with the current government approaching the problem with all the finesse and subtlety of a Madripoor pirate who has been smoking some particularly fine hashish.

If you did manage to notice this state of events, it may have flitted across your mind that Frost Enterprises could be in trouble and you may have to, perhaps, go out and undertake some form of honest work for a living.

However, my abhorrence of honest work and, quite frankly, phenomenal business acumen has come to your rescue. Auntie Em's little company is doing just fine and I've spent quite a large period of the last month buying mid to large-cap companies with excellent asset bases, committed work forces, long-term government contracts and unalloyed profitability at fire-sale prices.

It is entirely possible now that I may rule the world.

Fear me.

Really.

Fear me.

Before I commence my reign of terror and particularly nice shoes, however, I thought I should reward my loyal yet secret employees with a pleasant meal and an open bar next Saturday. Due to the fact that you are my secret employees, I shall be organising catering at the brownstone.

Jubilee: do not yet expect upgraded travelling arrangements. The financial system has a while yet to run through the complete cycle of golden parachutes, despair, destruction and resurrection. My plans for world domination and a new private jet thus remain on hold for the moment.

Betsy: welcome back.

Emma