The problem was, in order to exploit his genius a bankroll was required. At this point, a credulous father was inveigled into the scheme. Suspending disbelief, the hapless parent signed a six-figure cheque and wished his son good fortune as the boy left for Las Vegas.
After a few days with no contact, Dad started to fret and sent the lad a tentative message: “How are we doing?” No reply.
A week later, he tried again, only this time was rather more panicky: “What’s happening?” Still no reply.
A week later, he tried again, only this time was rather more panicky: “What’s happening?” Still no reply.
Finally, the desperate man sent an ultimatum: “Get in touch – or else!”"
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