Anderson “Now, Mr. Robinson, how can we help you?” Stitch was sitting in an office with an official of the Nexus International Bank. Stitch had taxied in that morning and set up a meeting. He told the receptionist he was interested in setting up an offshore account. He had been assigned Mr. Simons. Simons was surprisingly young. He seemed vaguely uncomfortable in the blue suit and striped tie. His dark brown face glistened with sweat even though the air conditioner was going full bore. “I represent a group of investors. We are interested in setting up a corporate entity here. As well as an account, of course.” Stitch didn’t know what he’d get out of the meeting. But he had to start somewhere. “You were recommended by colleagues. The United Investment Group?” Simons simply smiled. “By the president, actually,” Stitch went on. “And who would that be, Mr.
