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We're posting a great result this quarter.

We're working on the bonuses and they're looking fucking awesome!

There's a bar and we'll scrutinize anyone who knocks it down.

I'm supposed to interview you tomorrow about the quarterly report.

-What are you gonna do? -You've started seeing him again, right?

What do you think it's like for his wife?

Your required rate of return is 15 %. Some say it could trigger risky behavior.

-I've been really patient with you! -What's your bonus?

I've gotten a strange email. I'd like to know who sent it.

You wanted to know where that email came from.

-So where did it come from? -ST Bank.

Eat that, you bastard.

Lagerstedt resigns from board

Yeah, now that Lagerstedt is out we should get Boholm on the board.

We'll have the authorities on our side.

Yeah, it's taken care of. We agreed on 300,000.

Yeah, I'll take care of it.

-Didn't we say a quarter to? -Yeah, sorry.

Three hundred.

I hope he's happy with the articles.

Thanks.

It's unethical. I get that this might be a sensitive situation,

but it's my job to raise red flags in case of emergencies, and that's what this is.

You have the bank's best interest at heart and I appreciate that, but I do as well.

It doesn't matter. I estimate the risks to be too big if we continue this way...

Let me finish. I have an ongoing discussion with the board about this.

-That's not how I see things. -You don't have the full picture.

I'm asking you to be patient. Your objection has been noted.

Birgitta, I respect you.

I appreciate that you're honest about what you think,

but this discussion is over. Is that understood?

The email came from a server in Finland.

There's a lot of crap on those, so I transferred everything onto here.

It has its own dial-up connection, so no nasties can access the network.

Never mind whatever this is.

There...

-Okay, so... -Just type there.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you? Why should I believe you?

What do you want? Sit down.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

-Hi, Anders. -What's up?

Is it okay if I skip the live report tomorrow? I've got this thing I'd like to work on.

-What thing? -It's a bit too soon to talk about it.

It's not something you could let your chief editor in on? He's curious.

I'm not sure there's a story there, but I'd like to look into it as soon as possible.

Do you even have time for this? H&M may have dropped six percent as we speak.

Hi.

What are you doing?

-Are you as bored as I am? -Probably.

Sadly, I'm calling about work.

-I'm doing a feature on ST Bank. -Okay.

My boss was wondering why I was so negative last time.

Now he wants...

"ST Bank - the secret behind the success."

I couldn't say no. It would seem weird.

That's fine. What do you want to know?

I wasn't planning on talking to you. You're the face of the bank.

It would be more interesting to talk to some of the smart people you've hired.

There's always Bjarne, our CFO.

-Rasmussen? -But I warn you, he hates being interviewed.

He can get a bit nervous at times.

But if he's asked by the CEO, maybe he can't say no?

No, then he can't say no.

If I ask you to meet me, can you say no?

I don't know if I can.

Please? Can't you meet me?

-I'll book our usual room. -I'll call you when I get off work.

And fill it with foam bananas and gumdrop hearts.

-How's Sophie? -She's better now.

She's been tied up with renovations and stuff, but she's finally started writing.

Do you want to swap? Marianne is young for her age.

You hit the jackpot with her.

I've been lucky, and so have you. Marianne is amazing.

You have to finish what you've put on your plate.

-You're both coming, right? -Of course.

-I've invited Sven-Ivan as well. -Oh.

Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

-I've recommended you to the hunting club. -Good luck with that.

It's time for you to normalize your relationship.

I won't be around forever, and if you're going to take over some day,

you'll have to be able to deal with that pig.

-Take over? -Yes...

It won't happen tomorrow, of course...

...but I can't think of anyone better suited to take over as chairman of the bank.

Ulf wants the job, but he doesn't have what it takes.

Neither does my son.

I've called you 25 times.

No need to hang it up. Come, I have something to show you.

Lie down here.

Check this out. Lie down, I'll show you.

Look how pretty it is.

The Maldives.

We can go to sleep together, wake up together.

No hotel rooms, no sneaking around in Högdalen.

It's all booked.

Will your hair turn green in the pool?

Can I ask you something?

What drew you to this line of work?

Money. Of course.

-What about you? -Money.

-You don't make any money. -Other people's money.

-Because? -Because money is power.

It leads to corruption and abuse if it's not kept in check.

Okay, so you're the guard dog making sure no one gets too rich?

Yeah.

Otto Rehnskiöld wants me to take over the entire bank.

-Shit. -I don't know how I feel about that.

What do you mean?

Maybe I should just walk away from it all.

-Buy an apartment in the city. -An apartment in the city?

Have kids with you.

Take it seriously.

Be present. This time will be different.

I'll push a stroller, have coffee with other dads and play in the park.

Hampus and Hedda will come by every other week and I'll make tacos and stuff.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I want you.

Nothing else matters.

Chapter 1

Review of ST Bank

God dammit...

Björn, can you help me...?

-You've got a reply. -What does it say?

"Email me again and I'll close the account." And there's more.

There's no coffee.

"The Trading department."

-Was that it? -Yeah.

Thanks.

My time in Japan was simply amazing.

My former boss in Tokyo taught me about the phrase "hadaka no tsukiai".

"Naked baths" or "naked relationships".

The basic idea is that everyone is equal in the bath house.

And naked baths makes for open and honest relationships.

And that's the essence of an efficient and good work climate in banking.

I keep talking about myself. You'll have to stop me.

No, I think I have everything I need.

Great. This was really nice. When will this be published?

Yesterday if it were up to me.

You know how it is. But...

Oh, I noticed the Trading department is doing their accounts differently this year.

-Is there a reason for that? -The Trading department?

You used to be able to track their progress, but it's not a separate post this year.

Well, we didn't...

-We just comply with IFRS. -Didn't you do that last year?

Yes, but they issue new directives almost weekly.

I remember that last year was especially complicated.

Oh...

Okay.

-Many thanks again. Thanks a lot. -Thank you.

-Take care. -You, too. Bye.

-Hi. -Hi.

Are you going to the Maldives?

What?

Who is BF?

-Peder and Sophie, welcome! -Marianne, congrats!

-Thank you so much. -Hooray, hooray.

Great to see you.

-This is Peder Rooth. -You must be...

-Ronja. -Dad has taken him under his wings.

-Carl... -He's the future of ST Bank.

-He's had a bit too much to drink. -Thanks for your help yesterday.

The thing worked, but the basis was wrong.

Like you would describe me, right? Just kidding. Where's Mom?

I think it's really brave of you, Sophie.

Writing about your own life and revealing it to the whole world. I could never do that.

Look at Klingspor. He never misses a chance to badmouth me.

-I don't think so. -He'd sell his mom to take my place.

One of the happiest moments of my life was when Gunnar Sträng resigned in '76.

Let's not speak ill of the dead, Otto.

-But we can all agree that... -...mental midget.

-He did a lot of damage to Sweden. -Oops.

-Are you okay, sweetie? -It's fine.

So, Otto thinks you should join the hunting club.

Yes, he thinks so for some reason.

Maybe you'll pull a Dick Cheney?

No... I want you to know

that I've never had anything against you personally.

On the contrary. I understand you didn't appreciate what I did at Carnegie,

but that was strictly business, nothing personal.

Was that your reason for hiring him?

Peder was simply the best.

I think he's my greatest find ever.

After my wife.

Thank you. Kiss, kiss.

Dear Mom...

Thank you for...being around.

Caring and loving.

You've always been there for me and Dad.

And Dad, my beloved father,

who always ends up in the center of things...

Do you want to say something as well?

For those of you who don't know Ronja,

she is one of my friends, sponsored by my family.

Isn't that right, honey? I'm just kidding.

But Dad, thank you for not replacing Mom

with a younger model. I know you've been tempted.

That's a sign of character and long-sightedness.

Like an old bank

that doesn't chase short-term gains.

Cheers.

Cheers!

That was nice, Carl. I'd like to echo that and congratulate Marianne

for putting up with Otto for all these years.

-It can't have been easy. -No.

All kidding aside, seeing you here,

no one can help but notice how wonderful you are together.

And I can only humbly wish

that I'm not tired of my husband by the time I turn 60.

Here's to love. And thank you.

Hi. My name is Beatrice Farkas and I'm calling from The Daily Post.

Can you spare five minutes and answer a question about the Nobel Prize?

I understand. Thank you.

No luck?

People aren't massively interested in who'll get the Nobel Prize for Economics.

-Make them interested. Who did you call? -Everyone.

-Three guesses, the rest don't care. -But our readers do. I want ten answers.

The Trading department sticks out.

Corporate, Private Banking, Equities - it all looks normal.

But the Trading department doesn't lose a dime.

I asked Rasmussen why they're no longer reporting separately

and he started blaming new IFRS regulations.

Trading departments have always been the banks' versions of North Korea.

It's messed up. A blind monkey could make better deals than a trader,

but they still have monster salaries.

-We're in the wrong business, Bea. -They all know exactly what to say.

It doesn't matter what I ask them, they already have their answers prepared.

You need someone on the floor, someone who hasn't had media training.

How are you?

Hey...

Relax.

Just give the pitch like you gave it to me. Okay?

Alright, gentlemen. Sorry to keep you waiting.

As I was saying, Adam's got some great ideas regarding the exit multiple.

Yeah, thank you.

Yeah, so we made some calculations.

-I thought I'd get killed. -No, you went in and killed.

-Tell me. -Ulf, this guy was brilliant.

A bit shaky at first, but he sold them on everything.

Come here. Let me give you a hug.

You smell good as well. Awesome. Keep up the good work.

Can I talk to you? I have a different account that I want us to...

What are you doing tonight?

Seeing you. Bring Irene.

Hey. Thanks for the numbers.

They bought it.

Want to join me for dinner? I'm seeing some friends.

Come on. On your feet.

Shit!

Oh...

-No, I'll stick to beer. -I have to go home.

No, stay.

-Bye. -It was really nice to meet you.

-I hope to see you again. -See you tomorrow. And take a cab.

If I leave my car in Högdalen, it'll get stolen.

-He usually drives a Tesla. -Like all your co-workers?

-I don't. -You're so grown-up, Adam.

Living with your boyfriend. Suit and tie.

-Crazy, right? -Some wine?

-Please! -Do you like it at the bank?

We have cold-pressed juices in the vending machines. What can I say?

-You were sold right away. -I've done worse things for cold juice.

Herdi, your email was fine, but avoid gender-neutral pronouns.

I was actually at ST Bank yesterday.

I'm writing a...a feature.

It's supposed to be: "ST Bank - a success story."

Okay.

Are things as good as they seem?

Yeah, I guess so.

What's going on? You've been asking about the bank all night.

-No, I haven't. -Yes.

What? You hear some things.

Like what?

She asked about the Trading department. About any problems we might have.

She said she'd heard that the bank was covering something up.

-In the Trading department? -Yeah, are we?

Not that I know of.

What would that be?

Tell him.

I have a friend from the Stockholm School of Economics.

She's heard that we have some kind of problem we're not sharing...

-In the Trading department. -Yeah, she asked about it.

We've apparently changed the way we do our accounts and...

She said the figures looked almost too good.

Too good? Well, we want to avoid that.

We don't want to present too good results at this bank, right?

Adam is worried about buying convertible notes for the first time.

-You want to know what you're buying. -Of course, I get that.

Adam, everything you need to know about ST Bank is covered in the end of year report.

And I can assure you there are few investments

as secure and as profitable as our employee convertible notes.

-Does she work at a bank? -No, she's a reporter.

And her name is?

Resorb works better.

Source?

No, Birgitta still doesn't want to talk to you.

Okay. Can I talk to someone else in the Risk department?

-No, I'm afraid not. -I just need five minutes.

Bea? AstraZeneca at 5 p.m.

Sure thing.

Mackan, can you cover for me? I have to go.

-Do you have something? -Maybe.

I could use a comment from Anders...

Nina? Can you cover AstraZeneca at 5 p.m.?

-I'm in the middle of something... -Thanks.

-Excuse me. I'm Bea Farkas. -I don't want to talk to you.

-I know, but... -Please stop. You've been calling all day.

-I don't mean to bother you... -Please leave.

Have you been emailing me? I get that you don't make the decisions...

Let's go, sweetie.

Do you think the risk level in the Trading department is acceptable?

-Marcus? -Yes.

-Martin. -Nice to meet you.

-Do you want to talk here? -Why not?

-Want some? -No, thanks.

It's my tonsils. They're bright red and the size of ping-pong balls.

I hope I don't get a peritonsillar abscess.

-Do you know what that is? -No.

A collection of pus. Doesn't sound like fun, does it?

-Do you smoke? -No, I use snus.

Clever man.

Okay...

So how does this work?

It's straightforward. You give me a tip and I write an article that shakes things up.

And how much does it cost?

It'll cost you some money, but...

I help you solve a problem.

If it's a bigger problem, it can cost a pretty penny.

Maybe six figures, it depends.

Why did Bea Farkas get an interview with Bjarne Rasmussen?

Good morning. Maybe I should have cleared it with you,

but she said she was writing a positive piece about the bank.

A positive piece about the bank? She ambushed Birgitta Kerchinsky yesterday.

She'd been calling all day and turned up when Birgitta was out with Ada.

She asked if the risk level in the Trading department was acceptable.

She also asked Bjarne about risk, and why they're no longer reporting separately.

Okay... I hear what you're saying. I can call her...

I'll handle it.

Maybe it's in the bank's best interest if the Communications department handles this.

-Hi. -How's the story coming along?

-Fine. -Who have you spoken to so far,

apart from Bjarne Rasmussen, Adam Berg and Birgitta Kerchinsky?

Did you think I wouldn't find out?

I talk to lots of people...

Asking if we've got problems in the Trading department?

It doesn't sound much like "ST Bank - the success story".

I got a tip.

About you lying when you presented Q3.

-What was I lying about? -Something about your small credit losses.

You called me after the interview and asked me to dial back my criticism.

-All I said... -I know what you said.

-You don't want to trust me. -I want to.

-What do you want to know? -What are you hiding?

Nothing.

Henrik Beijer likes to do drugs and sleep with young girls.

He's been through a messy divorce. Do you want to write about that?

A lot of people don't like Henrik and want to see him brought down.

They come up with rumors and bullshit that cause problems for him

and may force me to fire him. I don't know what it is!

-Who gave you this tip? -I can't tell you that.

This is unbelievable. How callous are you?

I'm about to leave my wife for you.

I'm on my knees, I've practically proposed to you.

And you're going behind my back trying to scratch out some super story...

I'm trying to do my job.

Okay. I just told you the truth. I don't know what else you want me to do.

It's up to you now. Either you choose to believe rumors flying around,

or you can trust me.

-Hi. Aren't you working? -Yes.

I thought I'd come home early so we could talk.

We can't carry on like this.

Okay, talk.

Okay, you were right.

I screwed up.

Eleonor from work, she's had a thing for me.

And...because I'm an idiot, I've encouraged her.

It's over now. We got a bit too drunk at the Christmas party and...

We made out, like two teenagers. But that was it.

-And now? -Now you keep checking my phone.

"BF" stands for Bea Farkas.

She's a reporter. I don't know if you've heard of her. She's writing a piece about the bank.

We're having issues and I'm trying to hide the full extent from her.

-Are you sleeping with her? -No.

What issues?

We've made a lot of bad decisions that will have serious consequences.

We could end up losing a ten-figure amount.

-Maybe. -How will that affect us?

Hardly at all, except that I'll be gone even more.

-And I thought we could go to the Maldives. -What?

I get that you might not want to spend ten days in the sun with me.

The trip's already paid for.

The Maldives...

What the hell happened with AstraZeneca?

I gave it to Mackan. I had to leave.

So it's his fault?

What? No...

I...I'm sorry...

Anders, I'm onto something really big...

So you ditched work to run around and harass ST Bank employees?

I've just apologized to their Communications Director

after you ambushed an employee who was buying shoes with her 12-year-old daughter.

I didn't ambush her, I asked some questions.

Bea, that you skip work, leave others to pick up your assignments

and lie to get away with it is bad enough. But harassing people in front of children...

-That's bullshit. I didn't harass anyone. -According to Eleonor Björnor...

Does she work here?! I work here and I asked some questions.

Now is not the time to take that tone with me. We've talked about this. Get a grip.

Maybe it's time for you to show whose side you're on.

Okay.

This isn't working. Pack up your things and get out.

-What? -Argue with the recruitment agency.

-I don't want to see you here again. -Are you firing me for doing my job?!

When Mackan does some digging, he gets a slap on the back!

The role of martyr doesn't suit you. Grow up!

Fuck you, you fucking old man!

-Who's this? -My associate.

This is what happens when you write a load of crap.

People get hurt, and then they want compensation.

Let's say I'm a debt collector and this is a collection letter.

-Did Lagerstedt...? -It doesn't matter who it is.

You've been doing this a while, right?

-You owe two million. -What?

I don't have two million...

You make six figures from your articles.

You have ten days to pay up.

Then it'll hurt for real.