God Belle, this is huge." She cried and hugged her. "Have we found Whelch?" She asked mentally tallying how soon she could be on a flight to London.
"That’s where we get a little confused. It says here that Whelch placed the knife for auction in 1963 claiming there was no value if it was without the proof of the artist. He had no idea obviously that you are in fact real and figured the piece was a knock-off of the original. When Whelch refused offers from the underground world, AKA our kind , he sold it to the highest bidder." Belle said grimly and Bri deflated knowing damn well there was more.
"And....."
"And, the last known owner of the knife was Mr. Timothy Hall, a single male with no children who died in 2008."
"Did he leave a will?" She asked knowing better.
"No. He lost his fortune when his fabrication business went under. It says on his website and a few other articles I was able to find, that he was a welder by trade, specialized in weapons and had planned on making a fake in the design of the knife. It was a smart plan for sure, to capitol on Disney’s portrayal of your life with the knife being played on like the sword and shield. However, in doing so also made a few recreations of the Blessed Knife."
The fuck Bri said was a resounding echo to the shit storm they were about to start. "Let me guess, in his final days before the company went ass over tea kettle Hall tried selling the fakes for well above their worth."
"That is correct. Ash tell the lady what her prize is." Belle said but there was no humor in the joke.
"We have a list." Ashess said and took the few sheets of paper from off the nearby counter. "These are the names and addresses to the people we found out he sold the fakes to."
"But the odd thing is, we have four names and addresses from his files for bills of sale but it says here that he only made three of the replicas."
"Son of a bitch!" She gasped. "He sold them all didn’t he, even the original?"
Belle nodded. "And for a lot of skrill Bri, a ton of money. Not a shot in hell at finding them and buying them back."
"What’s a lot?" Bri asked knowing full well the number would make her sick. She had money but with the market being down for so long she hadn’t been investing and was trying to live cheap. All she had was her savings and though it was a small fortune and would only get bigger, unlike all the rich humans she didn’t have death to look forward to when the money ran out. Her fortune had to last forever.
"Quarter of a mill each, as individuals."
Well…fuck!
"Two million dollars are you kidding me? How the hell did this guy go bankrupt?" She asked completely shocked that he was able to sale fakes for such an insane price.
"His business was worth more and he didn’t have enough when the bill came. But the even stranger thing is Vincent had a client whose company bought and sold other companies piece by piece and this guy sold Hall fabrication and steel for over ten million. Sound
"That’s where we get a little confused. It says here that Whelch placed the knife for auction in 1963 claiming there was no value if it was without the proof of the artist. He had no idea obviously that you are in fact real and figured the piece was a knock-off of the original. When Whelch refused offers from the underground world, AKA our kind , he sold it to the highest bidder." Belle said grimly and Bri deflated knowing damn well there was more.
"And....."
"And, the last known owner of the knife was Mr. Timothy Hall, a single male with no children who died in 2008."
"Did he leave a will?" She asked knowing better.
"No. He lost his fortune when his fabrication business went under. It says on his website and a few other articles I was able to find, that he was a welder by trade, specialized in weapons and had planned on making a fake in the design of the knife. It was a smart plan for sure, to capitol on Disney’s portrayal of your life with the knife being played on like the sword and shield. However, in doing so also made a few recreations of the Blessed Knife."
The fuck Bri said was a resounding echo to the shit storm they were about to start. "Let me guess, in his final days before the company went ass over tea kettle Hall tried selling the fakes for well above their worth."
"That is correct. Ash tell the lady what her prize is." Belle said but there was no humor in the joke.
"We have a list." Ashess said and took the few sheets of paper from off the nearby counter. "These are the names and addresses to the people we found out he sold the fakes to."
"But the odd thing is, we have four names and addresses from his files for bills of sale but it says here that he only made three of the replicas."
"Son of a bitch!" She gasped. "He sold them all didn’t he, even the original?"
Belle nodded. "And for a lot of skrill Bri, a ton of money. Not a shot in hell at finding them and buying them back."
"What’s a lot?" Bri asked knowing full well the number would make her sick. She had money but with the market being down for so long she hadn’t been investing and was trying to live cheap. All she had was her savings and though it was a small fortune and would only get bigger, unlike all the rich humans she didn’t have death to look forward to when the money ran out. Her fortune had to last forever.
"Quarter of a mill each, as individuals."
Well…fuck!
"Two million dollars are you kidding me? How the hell did this guy go bankrupt?" She asked completely shocked that he was able to sale fakes for such an insane price.
"His business was worth more and he didn’t have enough when the bill came. But the even stranger thing is Vincent had a client whose company bought and sold other companies piece by piece and this guy sold Hall fabrication and steel for over ten million. Sound
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