End Game (11 page)

‘Nine billion.’

‘A twenty per cent fall says they have to raise nine billion?’

‘That’s right.’

‘That’s a ridiculous amount. They’re not coming to the market for that much.’

Boris shrugged.

‘Ed, we have no real research behind this, we have no rationale, we have no–’

‘And Boris here has just made himself one point six million. This is just starting. I take your point about the nine billion, Tony. That’s way too much. But that’s the point. It’s not rational now. The whole sector’s moving. We’re on the tiger, Tony. We’re riding it. When you ride the tiger, you ride it to the end. You ride her to the fucking end. It is the biggest, biggest, biggest mistake you can make to get off too early.’

‘This tiger is falling flat right under us. This tiger is running out of steam. In another second it’s gonna turn around and bite the hell out of our ass for still being on its back.’

‘Well, that is a possibility.’ Grey grinned. He was definitely of the school that said you added to your trade when your trade was doing well. Evangelou was more conservative. He was all numbers, not feel. He was very disciplined, a take-your-profit-at-your-target kind of trader and always needed pushing to stake more on his trades. But Grey respected that. He was the opposite. It was what made them such a good team when it came to managing the really big-bet trades that came along only once or twice a year.

He swung around and faced the screens on the wall of his office. One of them showed the price for the overall banking sector. The other showed Fidelian. The movement in the market over the past week had been more than he expected. ‘You think we’re doing that? I mean, Fidelian, maybe. But the sector, the whole fucking sector. Look at the sector. How much are we in now?’

‘Two hundred,’ said Evangelou.

‘Two hundred,’ murmured Grey. He took a slurp on his coffee. ‘That’s nothing.’

‘Who’d you talk to?’ said Evangelou knowingly.

‘A couple of guys.’

You couldn’t expect a market to move without the odd shot of rumor to lubricate the rails. To help build momentum, Grey had spoken to a number of other Divvies he knew closely. He certainly hadn’t told them about Boris Malevsky’s piece of information. That particular nugget of gold was for Red River alone. But you didn’t have to reveal what you knew to start the rumors flying. You only had to be careful that those rumors – or the variants of them that were sure to develop – didn’t swing back to bite you. The guys you spoke to weren’t your friends, no matter how well you knew them. They were in the market, and they were in it to make money. For every dime someone makes in the market, someone else loses the same amount. There was no one you could trust. If you gave a signal and someone thought it was pointed in the wrong direction, they’d be your biggest cheerleader and then bet against you to help the market cut your throat. The more of your blood was on the carpet, the more money they’d make.

‘Someone else is in,’ said Grey.

Evangelou nodded. ‘Two hundred’s not going to move the sector like that.’

‘How much? A half billion?’

‘Depends. That could get it going.’

‘Who would it be?’ Grey thought through the likely participants in the game. How many was it likely to be? That made a difference. If there was one big player with a chunk in the game, the minute that player pulled the plug and started buying, prices would rebound and everyone else, including Red River, would get lost in the afterwash. If it was a number of players, no one individual had the power to do that. It might leave Red River, with two hundred in, as the lead player.

‘Ed, this is all froth.’

‘Maybe,’ said Grey. The received wisdom said that short sellers couldn’t move a market where investors didn’t want it to go, not for any length of time. It would rapidly rebound as investors came in to buy at levels they deemed to be attractive.

‘We’d have to go another two hundred minimum,’ said Tony.

Grey nodded. Even that might not be enough. And if the market turned, you wouldn’t be able to buy the stocks at a sensible price to close out a position that big. Liquidity, as Evangelou would have been quick to point out, would drain away. Price would overshoot as people realized someone was looking to buy every stock they could find. You could take a bath damn quick. To put any more in now, you’d need to have a strong, strong reason to believe the market had further to fall. The very act of shorting that much more would help it down, but it wouldn’t stay down for long if the market as a whole didn’t believe the sector should be down there. People would start buying.

He looked at Malevsky. ‘What do you think, Boris? Do you take your one point six and go home?’

Malevsky shook his head.

‘Really? Get this wrong, I’m still going to sack your ass.’

Boris grinned.

‘Give me a reason,’ said Grey. ‘Give me a reason not to give you one point six million dollars.’

‘I’ve got two. One, Strickland’s talking to the National Press Club tomorrow.’

Evangelou rolled his eyes. ‘This again …’

‘Two, I was sixteen the day Lehman Brothers went bust.’

‘That was your birthday?’ said Evangelou. ‘Not like I can see what that’s got to do with anything.’

‘It wasn’t my birthday, but I remember it like it was.’

‘Who doesn’t?’

‘Exactly. And I wasn’t even interested in finance. Back then I was going to be a doctor. But Lehman went down and everybody knew about it, even me, Boris Malevsky the doctor-to-be. I saw an interesting headline this morning.
Are we on the verge of finding the next Lehman?
’

‘That’s ridiculous.’

‘I agree. But I also think it’s the kind of talk Strickland is going to want to stop in its tracks. And I think the entire administration is going to want to make sure there’s no talk like that going around. So I think Strickland is going to come out very, very bullish on the banks. He’s going to say there’s nothing wrong, the regulation’s good, the system’s strong, etc., etc.’

‘Which, fundamentally, we believe it is,’ said Evangelou.

‘Correct. And when Strickland says that, and people are asking if we’ve got the next Lehman, I think Strickland’s going to have exactly the opposite effect of what he wants. People are going to say, hell, the Fed’s saying that, I’m getting out of banks!’

Grey laughed.

‘I’m serious,’ said Malevsky.

‘I know you are. So why doesn’t Strickland realize it? He’s not dumb. You know, he might even remember Lehman as well as you, Boris.’

‘So what else does he say? He’s got no out. If he’s lukewarm on it, it looks as if there’s something wrong. If he doesn’t address it, he looks complacent.’

‘Then he shouldn’t speak at all,’ said Evangelou.

‘You’re right. He should cancel the talk. But it’s been publicized. So what does it look like if he cancels? It’s a catch 22.’

Grey frowned. ‘Fundamentally, Boris, what you’re saying is there’s no way Strickland can calm the market.’

‘Not if it wants to correct. Maybe there’s a little panic out there. I’m not saying this is a crash. I still think we’re in line for a correction, a small one. It’ll overshoot, that’s all, but if there’s panic out there, it’ll overshoot even more.’

Evangelou snorted. ‘This is just guesswork. What Strickland’s going to say, what he isn’t going to say …’

‘But what Boris is saying is that whatever Strickland says, it makes things worse. That’s no-risk, Tony.’

‘Only if you believe everyone’s ready to panic.’

Ed Grey didn’t believe the market was ready to fall into a full-blown panic, but the stock movements in the past few days did make him think it was jittery. Everyone felt the market was due a correction and were wondering if this was it. If it was, it would be the first correction that both this Fed chairman and Treasury secretary had faced, which would make everyone even more nervous.

‘Ed,’ said Evangelou, ‘you can bet on this, but you’re betting blind.’

‘Boris?’

‘I don’t know what Strickland’s going to say. I just think he’s got a hard job to say the right thing and he’s not someone who’s too slick with his communication. He’s probably the last guy you want to have standing up and talking right now. But what do I know? Personally, right now, I’ve got one point six million. That’s nothing compared with what I’ll have if it goes our way. If it doesn’t, I lose one point six I never even had and a job I’ve had for two months.’ He shrugged and said something in Russian.

‘What does that mean?’

‘Fuck it!’

Grey laughed. Malevsky reminded him of himself.

Ed Grey contemplated the screens on the wall. He had no research or quantitative rationale to back this. But out on the floor he had a bunch of portfolio managers doing exactly those kind of trades, grinding out the steady, low-margin business that brought the fund a reliable eight or ten per cent per annum. The big trades, the ones that took the returns up into the stratosphere, always had an element of hunch about them.

But not as much as this. Normally there was more research and a better rationale behind it. This really was betting blind, as Evangelou had said. Or almost blind. They did have one solid fact – that Fidelian was coming to the market for cash. But the fall in stock price had already factored in a capital raising of nine billion, which was more than Fidelian could possibly be expecting to raise. The rest was emotion.

But emotion could make you a lot of money, as long as you didn’t make the mistake of feeling it yourself.

Say they took their exposure up to half a billion, thought Grey. Say the market turned against them and prices climbed, say by five per cent before they could close out. That gave them a loss of twenty-five million. On the other hand, say Fidelian and the others they had shorted went down another twenty per cent.

The risk-reward ratio wasn’t great. It wasn’t as high as he would normally demand for a bet like this. But the rest of the fund was strong. The analysts ran scenarios across the entire portfolio on a daily basis. They were up thirty-six per cent for the year, almost double the target return he submitted to his investors. The scenario modeling showed that it would take a coordinated, significant downturn across numerous asset classes and markets to really hurt him. In that context, a loss of twenty-five million, or even a worst-case loss of fifty, was nothing.

‘If we were going to do this,’ said Grey eventually, ‘we’d have to increase our positions before Strickland speaks.’

Malevsky nodded. ‘That’s tomorrow.’

12

THE CROWD IN
the ballroom was bigger than usual. National Press Club lunches are typically affairs for the connoisseur, arranged far in advance, long on theory, history or nostalgia but rarely aligned with the twenty-four-hour news cycle. For that to happen, the Club needs an extraordinary stroke of luck.

Ron Strickland’s speech had been scheduled months previously to mark his second anniversary in the post. He took his place at the podium after being introduced by the Club president, Claire Weissman. Behind him was the familiar blue background with the name of the club in white lettering repeated across it. He looked around the room and saw just about every economic journalist of national stature in the audience.

‘I’m very grateful to the National Press Club for the opportunity to speak to you today. As it turns out, it probably saves me quite a number of interviews.’

There was a smattering of laughter, more at the sight of Ron Strickland trying to open with a joke than at the quality of the witticism.

‘Speaking as an economist, an economy of scale, if you will.’

There was a little more laughter. But the wooden jokes, if Strickland had calculated them to lighten the atmosphere, only heightened the sense of expectation in the room. After the reaction in the markets to his comments before Congress the previous week, the journalists had come with high anticipation. Claire Weissman looked around the audience. People were standing at the back. It was the stuff her dreams were made of.

Strickland cleared his throat.

‘I was asked to become chairman of the Federal Reserve somewhat over two years ago,’ he read from his prepared remarks, ‘and I can honestly say this has been the most important and fulfilling two years in my career. No chairman of the Fed deals with exactly the same run of economic events that any other chairman faces and therefore probably the single most important quality in being able to do this job properly is flexibility both in terms of policy goals and use of the instruments the Fed has at its disposal. When I look back over these two years I have to say I think it has been a pretty benign period, which is a credit to the single-minded leadership of my predecessor, Jeff Kohler, who I think was a truly outstanding Fed chairman. If Jeff was still with us I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be the one standing in front of you today.’ Strickland paused, and there were a few polite nods in the audience. ‘So, let me tell you some of the things that I think are most important in what we’ve done over the past couple of years.’

He continued reading. The first nine-tenths of the speech was the exact one that he and his staff had prepared prior to the latest events in the markets. Strickland was puzzled at the apparent effect of his report to Congress, which he had expected to be the exact opposite. He knew the White House wanted him to take a firm line with the markets and use his public announcements to give that message. He still didn’t know how, but perhaps he had overdone it slightly. Strickland didn’t believe there were any exceptional problems in the market that were going to require his intervention any time soon, and he certainly didn’t believe there were any fundamental problems with the banking system. He was determined to use this occasion to reassure the markets that the Fed was on the ball and that the banking system in the US was as safe and well regulated as it had ever been. More so, in fact.

Eventually he got to it.

‘Now, I don’t mean to ignore the gorilla in the room. The outlook for the economy is extremely favorable and we see healthy growth continuing both in the short and medium terms, as I outlined in my testimony to Congress last week. And as far as I can tell, nothing has changed since then, although we have seen some volatility in certain sectors of our markets. But within a growth trajectory such as I have described inevitably we are going to see market volatility of varying degrees and in my opinion that’s an absolutely normal part of the market’s own self-correcting process and is nothing to cause alarm. When that volatility impacts the financial sector, however, and in particular the banking sector, then understandably people start to become a little more nervous and I guess it’s natural for people to cast their minds back to events of ten years ago and ask themselves whether our system is about to go into a similar crisis. And you’ll be relieved to know the answer is no.’