It's been about a week since I got the gold. In that time, I weighed the gold, turns out I went around two hundred and ten pounds. Then I searched up places that buy bulk amounts of gold, since I don't want to spend weeks selling gold to pawn shops, and I got back Gold refiners. Now, with further research, I realised that most of the actually legitimate ones only buy and sell to businesses, not individuals.
But fortunately, two refineries in Gotham buy and sell from individuals. Though I am sure they are somewhat involved with the mob, I think maybe Cobblepot and Falcone, given their locations.
Now, considering I'm selling to a refinery, it's all about the quality of the gold, not the looks, so instead of jewelry and bars, I did a mixture of gold jewelry, coins, and the occasional one-ounce bar, which should be nicely explainable as pirate treasure.
Then once I got the state of the gold sorted out, I contacted the refineries, and as it turns out, despite being obvious mob fronts, they made me fill out paperwork, and I mean a lot of paperwork.
This paperwork brings me to where I currently am, staring daggers at the piles of it sitting on my desk like it pays the rent. Each pile is around two inches thick, and since I got 4 piles, that's more than a half foot worth of paperwork, which I've been slowly working through over the course of a week.
The amount of paper used comes out to like…a lot of paper. Man, I'm probably on the shit list of Poison Ivy and every Garou on the eastern seaboard for how much environmental destruction I've caused through my paperwork.
Only two of the piles are from the refineries; the other two piles are from my newly hired accountant and the bank for my newly set up stock account. Those two I can understand. I'm filling out all the paperwork for the IRS ahead of time so I can just send it in when I cash the checks, and stock accounts needing paperwork make sense. I'm just annoyed I'm being given so much paperwork from fucking mob fronts. You'd think they'd try to minimize paperwork, but apparently, they're legit enough to force me to do lots of paperwork.
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I walk into the lobby of South Gotham Refinery, the refinery that I'm pretty sure is owned by the Falcones. The lobby looks like a normal front office, beige-painted walls, some sad-looking plants, and a receptionist's desk with a mildly attractive young lady, whom I talked with when I came by the first time to see about selling my gold.
"Hi, how can I…Oh, you're the one who came in last Saturday. Did you finish the paperwork?" She asks
I set the two-inch-thick file of paperwork on the desk. "Yeah, and I got the gold in my car, so if we can do this today, that would save me a lot of worrying about being robbed."
"Sorry, but we'll need to get the paperwork filed first before we can buy the gold," she responds. Damnit, looks like I gotta do even more waiting. "It's been slow the last couple of days, so the paperwork should clear by tomorrow. Would you like me to call or email you to notify you when the paperwork is processed?"
"Yeah, sure that would be helpful," I respond, "Well, if that's everything you need from me today, I've got some other business to attend to."
"That should be all, have a nice day, Mr. Mallone," The receptionist says as she starts to look through the paperwork.
"You too," I say as I leave the building and head to the other refinery.
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The gold has been sold, checks cashed and cleared, and my tax payments submitted. I am now officially a millionaire with 14 million USD worth of values. Seven million of it is in my bank account, while the other half is tied up in various stocks in large companies, mainly Wayne Enterprises, Lex Corp, Queen Industries, and various other corporations and companies. Most of them pay out dividends, so I should have a nice and consistent income from now on.
Even though I am now rich as hell, I am still living in a crap bag apartment in the bad part of town. Which is why I'm currently browsing various real estate websites.
My main desires for a house are as follows
Has a basementIn the nice parts of townVictorian styleStand-alone, not a townhouse
Now, most of those should be pretty self-explanatory. A basement for my sanctum, nicer parts of town so I don't have to worry about getting mugged, Victorian style since it is the superior style of housing for a hermetic, and stand-alone so I don't have to worry about anything I do being overheard by my neighbors.