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{{a|negotiation|}}The apocalyptic act of bringing your derivative relationship with your counterparty to an unscheduled conclusion. Usually will only happen in a time of utter market panic, accompanied with fear and loathing, when the counterparty has morphed from a being a great guy with a ready joke and some chat about the kids as he put on yet another levered position to a shadowy, elusive figure who won't return your calls and, when you can find him.  makes gnomic utterances and swears blind his operations team have given instructions to a new depositary you have never heard of, to pay you in full ''later in the day'' — these assurances being brilliantly unlikely, categorically unprovable but falling maddeningly short the fence which bounds the realms of commercial probability, so you just ''don’t know if he’s shitting you'' — this is a time when even the sensible folk in the organisation have lost their heads and are blaming it on you, and what ''you'' need is a calm, collected and easy-to-follow guide that will help you step through the labyrinth of closing out an ISDA while your risk guy calls you every forty-five seconds.
{{a|negotiation|}}The apocalyptic act of bringing your derivative relationship with your counterparty to an unscheduled conclusion.  
 
Usually, this will only happen in a time of utter market panic. In this way the circumstances in which your trading arrangement expires could scarcely be further from the atmosphere of cool tedium which prevailed when you began it.
 
Each hot second will be accompanied by fear and loathing. Your defaulting counterparty will have transformed from a being a nice chap with a ready quip and emotionally intelligent chat about your kids to a shadowy stranger who won’t return your calls. When you ''can'' find him he will restrict himself to aphorisms and gnomic utterances, swearing blind his operations team have given irrevocable instructions to a new depositary of whom, in all your happy conversations until today, there has been no mention — who is all set to pay you, in full, ''later in the day''.
 
His assurances will be patently unlikely and categorically unprovable, but will still fall maddeningly, brilliantly, short of the fence which bounds the farthest reach of commercial probability. So you just ''won’t know if he’s shitting you''. Well, you ''will'' know, but there that nagging ''fear'' will just crawl ticklishly around the back of your mind, that he isn’t and, if he isn’t, and you pull the trigger, the whole world will turn on ''you''.
 
This is a time when even the sensible folk in the organisation have lost their heads and are blaming it on you, and what ''you'' need is a calm, collected and easy-to-follow guide that will help you step through the labyrinth of closing out an ISDA while your risk guy calls you every forty-five seconds.


And guess what: the [[JC]] is here for you, folks.
And guess what: the [[JC]] is here for you, folks.

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The apocalyptic act of bringing your derivative relationship with your counterparty to an unscheduled conclusion.

Usually, this will only happen in a time of utter market panic. In this way the circumstances in which your trading arrangement expires could scarcely be further from the atmosphere of cool tedium which prevailed when you began it.

Each hot second will be accompanied by fear and loathing. Your defaulting counterparty will have transformed from a being a nice chap with a ready quip and emotionally intelligent chat about your kids to a shadowy stranger who won’t return your calls. When you can find him he will restrict himself to aphorisms and gnomic utterances, swearing blind his operations team have given irrevocable instructions to a new depositary — of whom, in all your happy conversations until today, there has been no mention — who is all set to pay you, in full, later in the day.

His assurances will be patently unlikely and categorically unprovable, but will still fall maddeningly, brilliantly, short of the fence which bounds the farthest reach of commercial probability. So you just won’t know if he’s shitting you. Well, you will know, but there that nagging fear will just crawl ticklishly around the back of your mind, that he isn’t and, if he isn’t, and you pull the trigger, the whole world will turn on you.

This is a time when even the sensible folk in the organisation have lost their heads and are blaming it on you, and what you need is a calm, collected and easy-to-follow guide that will help you step through the labyrinth of closing out an ISDA while your risk guy calls you every forty-five seconds.

And guess what: the JC is here for you, folks.

JC’s has updated the step-by-step guide to closing out an ISDA and it is now premium content. You can access it here.

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