Beyond Commerce Inc (BYOC)

[The Whale]

Somewhere in Las Vegas is a lonely, quiet, empty office. The initials BYOC barely legible from the removed lettering on the door. I opened the door to see a desolate office with a single disconnected phone, some crumpled up post-it stickers, a half eaten Double Whopper with Cheese, 73 cents in spare change, an old ripped up copy of a Form 10 and a share printing press with fresh ink sitting in the middle of the floor.                                

I stood there as a slow tear trickles down my face in what I was lead to "Believe," and extensive DD told me to do. My hopes and dreams shattered.                                    

*fade out*                         

*fade in* 

Somewhere in the Carribean, 3 lounge chairs, a festive table with three lit cigars, half full glasses of Gentlemen Jack and a brief case full of shareholders' money. There is distant laughter coming from George and two brokers from MAXIM...."That was too easy," I hear them saying.                                    

*sigh*