Diana, was killed partly because of her involvement with Dodi Fayed, a Muslim man, which all people within royal circles strongly opposed because of bloodlines and public image. She was also dragging the royal family's name through the mud far too much, combined with a series of incredibly unfortunate circumstances. Don't worry, though—I'll do a proper follow-up on it later. For now, just take it as her being saved, because I have very big plans for her.
And yes, sometimes she will play roles in Marvin's movies, such as in The Matrix series. Now, can you guess which role?
After hearing the horrifying story told to her in such vivid detail, she will remain vigilant and alert. As long as she doesn't die instantly and there is enough time, Marvin can still save her life.
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"Of course not," Diana replied softly, her blue eyes sparkling with unending affection. She leaned in close, echoing the poetry he had gifted her.
"As a great, genius little man once told me," Diana whispered. *"Tears are not a sign of weakness. They are simply the ink with which the soul writes its deepest truths."* Only a heart capable of profound, shattering love can produce something so beautiful. They do not diminish you; they make your soul infinitely more radiant."
Marvin stared at her for a second, caught completely off guard by his own wisdom being reflected back at him, before a genuine, rich laugh bubbled up from his chest.
Diana laughed with him, the sound ringing beautifully through Wormleighton Manor.
Sitting there by the fire, holding hands with the little man who had just completely, irreversibly altered the trajectory of human history, Diana had never felt more alive. The tragic fate of the Alma tunnel had been shattered, rewritten by the tears of an lust demon who had decided that the Princess of Wales was a treasure this world was simply not allowed to lose.
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By the final week of August, the scope of the Asian financial crisis had fully registered in the global financial consciousness in a way it had not through July. The Thai baht had now fallen over thirty percent from its pre-float level. The Indonesian rupiah was approaching the 3,000 level — a depreciation of more than fifteen percent from the pre-crisis rate. The Malaysian ringgit, despite the Bank Negara Malaysia's sustained intervention efforts, was trading at levels not seen since the early 1990s. The Philippine peso had fallen twelve percent.
The *Economist* ran the crisis on its cover on August 16th: a map of Southeast Asia in red, with the title *The Domino Effect* in white. The cover was cited, in the years that followed, as evidence of the magazine's tendency to identify and name trends approximately at the moment of their peak visibility, which is a different moment from the moment of their maximum tradable opportunity, though it served as a useful benchmark for where consensus had arrived.
In New York, the major hedge funds were now fully engaged. George Soros's Quantum Fund had reportedly established significant short positions in the Malaysian ringgit and was in the process of unwinding its Thai baht positions — which had been profitable — into strength. Julian Robertson's Tiger Management had built a short Korea thesis that was broadly consistent with Marvin's own, though the execution approach differed. Kleinwort Benson's macro team in London was running ASEAN currency shorts at scale.
The trade was becoming crowded.
This did not concern Marvin; in fact, it helped him to remain in the shadows, because his positions were established and his exit discipline was clear. What the crowding did do was change the risk profile of extending positions further — because in a crowded trade, the reversal risk is larger, and the reversal comes faster, and the reversal is frequently triggered by the very success of the trade rather than by any change in the underlying fundamentals.
He convened a team call on August 22nd to review the program's positioning across all open books and establish the parameters for the September expansion.
The call lasted two hours and forty minutes.
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Elena Marchetti's report on the rupiah program:
The full thirty million dollar notional position was established and running. The average entry level on the three-month NDF book was 2,741 rupiah to the dollar. The current spot level was 2,940. The position had, as of the morning of August 22nd, generated unrealised gains of approximately 7.4 million dollars on the notional — a return of approximately 24.7 percent on the deployed capital over fourteen to twenty-two days.
Marvin's response: hold. Do not take profits. The thesis has not been resolved. The target is 4,000 to the dollar at minimum. We are less than halfway through the depreciation that the fundamentals support.
Elena noted: the five-times leverage means the mark-to-market gain on the program's actual cash deployment is approximately 37 million on 6 million in cash margin — a leverage-amplified return that looks extraordinary and is, precisely because it looks extraordinary, the moment at which discipline is most important.
Marvin acknowledged this. He then moved on.
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David Kim's report on the Korea program:
The first tranche of won NDF positions had been entered on August 25th — three days ahead of the revised schedule, because the rollover stress data from the Seoul team had continued to deteriorate and the entry window was pricing attractively. The initial position was five million dollar notional equivalent, entered at 893 won to the dollar. The current level was 903 — a move of approximately 1.1 percent in the short's favour in the first three days, generating modest early mark-to-market gains.
David's assessment: the Korean won is in the early phase of what will be a major devaluation. The central bank's intervention capacity is being steadily depleted. The KOSPI is showing increased pressure in the financial sector — Hanil Bank and Korea First Bank specifically had both fallen more than the index over the preceding two weeks. The chaebol debt rollover problem was becoming visible in corporate announcement filings: two Daewoo subsidiaries had filed disclosures indicating covenant waivers had been sought from creditors on term loan facilities.
Marvin's direction: build the won position to twenty million notional by September 30th. Add the KOSPI financial sector put positions through the Hong Kong entity, targeting a notional of fifteen million in index puts by October 1st.
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Patrick Yuen's report on the supplementary positions:
The Malaysian ringgit position — ten million notional in three-month NDFs — had been established at 2.72 ringgit to the dollar. The current level was 2.87. The position was profitable and tracking the thesis, though the Malaysian situation had an additional complexity that the other positions did not: Prime Minister Mahathir Mohamad had, in a series of public statements over the preceding weeks, made increasingly aggressive accusations against currency speculators, specifically naming Soros, and had suggested that the Malaysian government was considering regulatory responses to the speculative activity. The possibility of capital controls was real.
Marvin's direction: the Malaysian position was to be treated as a short-term tactical trade rather than a sustained thesis play. At the first sign of credible capital control implementation, the ringgit positions were to be exited regardless of the mark-to-market level. The exit trigger was non-negotiable. No additional capital was to be deployed in Malaysia beyond the current ten million notional.
The Philippine peso position — five million notional, entered at 30.25 pesos to the dollar, currently at 32.10 — was tracking well. Hold and monitor. The Thai baht tactical position was three million notional, entered purely for opportunistic completion of the ASEAN currency thesis; the position was to be closed no later than October 1st regardless of level, as the Thai baht thesis was fully realised and the risk-reward of holding was deteriorating.
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By August 31st, the program's total deployed capital was fifty-seven million dollars across all positions, with forty-three million in reserve or carrying cost provisions. The unrealised gains across the open book, at mark-to-market levels, were approximately eleven million dollars — an eleven percent return on total program capital in less than four weeks of active trading.
The real money had not yet been made.
The real money was waiting in Seoul.
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For the next four days, the sprawling, stone walls of Wormleighton Manor ceased to be a gilded cage. Under the quiet, deliberate influence of Marvin, the estate was entirely transformed into an impenetrable sanctuary.
The iron gates remained firmly locked.
The frantic, flashing circus of the global paparazzi was kept miles at bay, completely blind to the fact that the most hunted woman on the planet was currently hidden away, sharing her isolation with the most powerful child in Hollywood.
For ninety-six hours, Marvin and Diana locked themselves away from the world, cultivating a profound, beautiful microcosm of peace.
To heal the deep, jagged psychological scars left by years of royal scrutiny and tabloid betrayal, Marvin did not rely on magic. He simply provided presence. He projected a constant, low-level Incubus aura of absolute safety, wrapping the manor in a warm, magnetic cocoon that actively repelled anxiety and fear.
Without the oppressive weight of the Crown or the relentless flashbulbs dictating her every move, Diana began to change. The melancholic, hyper-vigilant Princess of Wales slowly, beautifully melted away, replaced by the radiant, carefree, and slightly mischievous young woman she had been before the world demanded her perfection.
Her girlish side emerged with breathtaking brilliance.
During the rainy English afternoons, they retreated to the velvet-draped library.
Rather than handing her the physical manuscript of *Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone*, Marvin chose to breathe life into the words himself. Sitting across from her on a plush rug by the roaring fire, he used his velvety, hypnotic baritone to narrate the entire story from memory.
He didn't just read; he performed. He modulated his voice, seamlessly shifting between the booming, warm gruffness of Hagrid, the strict, clipped tones of Professor McGonagall, and the cold, terrifying hiss of Voldemort.
Diana sat completely spellbound, her knees pulled to her chest, listening with the wide-eyed, unadulterated wonder of a child.
She laughed until her sides ached at his spot-on, exaggerated impressions of pompous British wizards. Every time she smiled, the clouds in her mental space cleared a little more, her spirit mending itself in the warmth of his undivided attention.
They operated as a synchronized unit.
They cooked together in the rustic kitchens, deliberately making spectacular messes with flour and olive oil, trading playful banter and wiping sauce off each other's cheeks. They ate simple, incredible meals sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the television, watching classic black-and-white films and debating the merits of old Hollywood glamour.
But it was the nights that forged the deepest, most indelible bonds.
Every single evening, after the manor grew quiet, Diana would take him by the hand and drag him back to the grand living room. The ritual was sacred. She would pull him down onto the leather bench of the Steinway grand piano, insisting he sit exactly as close as he had on the very first night.
The physical proximity was intoxicating. Sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, the ambient heat of his body and the intoxicating scent of his body caused a perpetual, delicate blush to bloom across Diana's cheekbones. She found herself stealing covert, breathless glances at his profile, marveling at how his facial features seemed to defy human genetics.
The romantic tension was entirely sublimated into a deep companionship.
Marvin would play, his fingers dancing effortlessly over the ivory keys, and Diana would sing. Her confidence grew with every passing night. She made him play her favorites—Elton John, George Michael, classic jazz standards—and occasionally, she would force him to harmonize, his deep, perfect Incubus resonance wrapping around her soft, feminine voice like a protective shield.
In those four days, they bridged the gap between two entirely different worlds, forming a relationship that transcended age, titles, and logic. She was physically, mentally, and emotionally anchored to him.
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On the late night of August 31st, Marvin sat at the desk in the room of Wormleighton palace after the close of Asian trading and wrote in the notebook for an hour. Not trade notes — the trade notes were kept in a separate ledger that Sophie Chen maintained with the precision of a professional administrator.
These were the other notes, the ones that went into the composition books alongside the drafts of whatever fiction he was working on at the time, which was currently the early chapters of Percy Jackson definitively going to be written but that kept assembling itself in the margins of his financial thinking with the insistent quality of a thing that intends to exist regardless of whether you have explicitly committed to it.
He wrote about patience. Not as a virtue in the abstract but as a technical condition — the quality of sustained attention that is required when you are positioned in an event that has not yet fully manifested, that you know will manifest, and that requires you to maintain discipline against both the temptation to take early profits and the temptation to add exposure beyond the program's risk parameters in response to the intoxication of being correct.
He wrote about the weight of the money. Not the emotional weight, though that was real — over a hundred million dollars of his grandfather's capital, four generations of the Meyers family's accumulated decisions. The technical weight: the way capital at scale changes the nature of the trade, because the larger the position, the more its own movement affects the market it is positioned in, and the more the exit strategy must account for the market's response to the exit itself.
He wrote about Samsung. About TSMC. About Tencent. About the companies that were going to be, in the fullness of time, the architecture of the Asian technological century — companies whose competitive position, fundamental quality, and long-term trajectories were completely unrelated to the currency crisis that was about to send their share prices into catastrophic territory. He had been thinking about them since November. He had been waiting for the price.
The price was coming.
He would be ready.
Outside, another bird was quiet. The place was dark except for the lights of the houses stepping down the side, and the wet smell of August in London — eucalyptus and dust and the faint chemical sweetness of the chaparral after a long wet summer — moved through the open window and settled around the edges of the room.
Marvin closed the notebook. He turned off the terminal. He went to bed.
September was coming.
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