Within a month, the lines blurred. Arthur began to view the Vane estate not as a trust to be guarded, but as a for his own lifestyle. He justified the silk suits as "necessary for representation" and the five-star dinners as "networking for the estate’s interests." He was living the dream of every gambler: playing with the house’s chips, knowing the house was empty.
When the auditors arrived, Arthur sat in the cavernous Vane library, surrounded by objects he didn't own, bought with money he never had. He realized then that the most dangerous thing about other people’s money isn't the spending—it's the that the power it buys belongs to you. As the police took his statement, Arthur looked at the nautical map on the wall. He had charted a course through a sea of gold, only to find he was the one sinking. Other People's Money
The collapse came not with a bang, but with a satellite phone call. The nephew had emerged from the jungle, tired of the canopy and ready for his inheritance. Within a month, the lines blurred