The Curious Bank of Julius Wainwright Jr.
Julius Wainwright Jr., esteemed industrialist and financier, was bored. He had long ago been universally acknowledged as the foremost businessman of his age, and his professional life no longer offered him any challenge. In the press he was alternatively referred to as a ‘titan of industry’ or a ‘modern robber baron,’ depending on the political inclinations of the journalist. He had a reputation, the accuracy of which was uncertain, for never having taken a loss in any of his business dealings. Even those who blamed him and his ilk for all the ills of the world viewed Julius Wainwright with begrudging respect, and—though they would have been loath to admit it—a concealed streak of envy.
Julius was of old money, but had so expanded the family fortune that he often remarked that he had risen higher than if a vagrant had risen to the station into which he had been born. His black, perceptive eyes were framed by rotund glasses that gave the impression of nothing so much as an owl. He preferred black neckties and exquisite grey three-piece suits that had been tailored to his slight physique fifteen years previous. He ate sparingly and spent little on extravagances of any kind, the sole exception being his passion for amassing artistic masterpieces, which he kept in a private collection he allowed no others to see. Those few people Julius kept close to him felt themselves more his associates than his friends. They reported that Julius rarely laughed, and when he did it was only to celebrate the defeat of a business rival.
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