The Tourist: George-V Dowry/Art

Unusual French-tale concerning incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty for Earthling shoe cleats.

A world transit metaphysics vignette, set in George-V hotel. Happy Holidays (thanks for reading!), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the George V hotel (Paris) and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' criticism/interpretations).

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Mr. Amlan Satan didn't think to cross-path with his estranged twin at the George V, one of the world's best hotels, after making $!5M on Wall-St. (Ford) and wanting to treat himself for some Selfie-age lifestyle 'linked' fortune image of hospitality-comforts for the Ego, maybe to enjoy suite-TV football or lounge-TV football, maybe one of the recent Euro-exhibition games of American football teams (e.g., Chicago Bears).

Amlan's twin/brother, Ajay, had become a world diamond thief, of rather high-skill, and Amlan didn't know this; however, he did know something else about his brother Ajay, his wilder and somewhat more 'evil' twin/sibling. How'd Ajay find the funds to stay at the George-V? Mr. Amlan Satan had to wonder. He didn't want to pursue the matter, since Ajay didn't notice his brother spot him while Ajay was checking-in for the week (damn). This was Facebook-like (smile).

AMLAN: Now, you're at the same pool-hall (French).

AJAY: You're staying at the George-V, brother?

AMLAN: I made money on Wall Street, Ajay Satan (ha).

AJAY: I've become a diamond thief and art-dealer, brother (ha).

AMLAN: You want me to help you rob a French bank, Ajay?

AJAY: Nah...I just want you to open an account while I rob it, if I win here.

AMLAN: If you beat me at pool?

AJAY: You said it (Facebook-like).

AJAY: You missed your last shot, bro (ha).

AMLAN: You made your last left 3 balls on the table (damn).

AJAY: So, you take one of my paintings and seek a new art-merchant box.

AMLAN: And you walk in masked and rob it?

AJAY: I pretend it's your box I want but feel the need to burn another.

AMLAN: Why?
AJAY: The other one has (rumored/insured) blood-diamonds in it.

AMLAN: What...you're an eco-terrorist now?

AJAY: You leave my views of IRA-retirement to me...keep the painting.

AMLAN: Sell your painting?

AJAY: Sure...there's someone in the UK I know (sure).

AMLAN: Facebook-like (wow).

When Mr. Amlan Satan returned to the American Homeland, he forgot all about his George-V misadventure and the French toast bank-heist involving his masked evil twin/brother (Ajay). Wow, he decided to adapt the misadventure into a novel concept (Boston-to-Paris: Chore Cleat), Pulitzer-caliber or something. Of course, he'd not name his brother as the thief...but 'identity' some weird hypothetical terrorist as the mystery-man for Earthling change (Facebook-like). Fortunately, the George V was the real winner of this darker faerie-tale...since the hotel was referenced in a (fictionalized) story of Selfie-age chess-castle daring.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)