If Your Gods Are Made of Money, Surely Your Soul is Worthless Greed, mockery, avarice, narcissism; any description that exemplifies the worst motivations in a person to exploit others for the pleasure brought by seeing them ruined for the sake of personal profit, are all descriptors that fit Henry Spivack—CEO and owner of Spivack Investments Ltd., located in one of the low black buildings that sat at the base of the World Trade Center towers. In the financial world of trading commodities, where many men and women live by the credo “careers come first,” an environment where financial ruthlessness is a daily practice, Henry Spivack is a solitary and singularly evil entity bent on making money at the expense of others.The year is 1980 and Henry Spivack hatches a plot to manipulate the Gold Market, coercing a group of brokers and several people in his own company to carry-out his illegal plan of buying big, then selling out all. His office manager, Mike Riley, is caught between being the consummate company man and realizing how wrong it is to engage in insider trading. Convincing others to join in the illegal “move” causes Mike Riley to confront the feeling that he is selling his soul for profit. When Henry Spivack adds a series of bribes, and even a murder to his plan, he believes that the perfect “coup” has been accomplished, reaping millions for all involved. When it seems that nothing can upset the balance of the scales, a “woman scorned” and bent on revenge, sets in motion a deadly game of complicity, drugs, misguided love, out-of-control ambition, and retribution