Stanford’s inner sanctum had bar, bathroom exit

HOUSTON, (Reuters) – If Texas billionaire Allen Stanford ever wanted to make a low-profile departure from the  inner sanctum within his lavish Houston headquarters, there was  a private exit through his personal bathroom.

Lawyers for the court-appointed receiver overseeing  Stanford’s corporate empire gave Reuters a tour of the Houston  headquarters of Stanford Financial Group, a mass of marble and  mahogany that once boasted a 5-star dining room, movie theatre,  professional kitchen and wine bar.

Every part of the building is grandiose, which speaks to  the larger-than-life image Stanford created as a jet-setting  financier, sports promoter and philanthropist.

But the richness of his first-floor labyrinth of personal  rooms, accessible only with a magnetic card, speaks volumes  about how he lived.
A huge mahogany sculpture of an eagle, Stanford’s corporate  symbol, stands watch at the entrance to the private suite.

Nearby, a white stone bears the message: “HARD WORK, CLEAR  VISION, VALUE for the CLIENT”. The main security desk is a few  feet away.
“Only a couple of people had cards that would get them  through that door,” an attorney working for receiver Ralph  Janvey said, sliding the key-card across the magnetic detector  box.

A large atrium with white columns, massive mahogany double  doors and a bronze of Stanford’s corporate insignia embedded in  an inlaid floor lead to his private office.

With another swipe of the card, the lawyer, who declined to  be named, opens the double doors to Stanford’s office.
The room is massive.

At first, it is hard to see Stanford’s belongings behind  stacks of legal boxes that Janvey’s staff has crammed into the  office.
Mahogany covers the walls. There is a boardroom table, a  sea of Oriental rugs, a large bar off to one side.

Stanford’s desk is situated in a corner of the cavernous  space beside floor-to-ceiling windows that look onto a  manicured lawn, flowering bushes and palm tree, perhaps in  deference to his affinity for the Caribbean and the islands of  Antigua and St. Croix, where he had a home and property.
Stanford frequently visited those islands before the U.S.  Securities and Exchange Commission charged him, two aides and  three of his companies with an $8 billion fraud involving  certificates of deposit issued by his Antigua bank.

In an interview on Monday at the law offices of Houston  criminal attorney Dick DeGuerin, Stanford denied any improper  behaviour and asserted that his companies were well-run until  the SEC “disemboweled” them in February.

From the look of his desk, Stanford might have just stepped  away for a moment. Lawyers have left it as he left it.

Relatively uncluttered, the desk is appointed with an  old-fashioned Rolodex for contacts, a pen-holder, and tape  dispenser. Water in a bottle stagnates.
A coffee-table bears a book titled “The Worlds of Thomas  Jefferson at Monticello,” a CD of music from Cirque du Soleil’s  show “O,” and a DVD of a $1 million-per-player cricket  tournament Stanford sponsored. The desk faces a built-in  saltwater tank once filled with exotic fish.

U.S. marshals raided this office on Feb. 17, and Janvey’s  staff is treating it as a kind of crime scene — cautioning  people not to leave fingerprints. It is easy to just gawk  because of the grandeur of the place.

Among several framed certificates hung on a wall is one  with the gold seal of Antigua and Barbuda pronouncing Stanford  Knight Commander, which allowed him to use the title Sir Allen  Stanford, and a letter on White House stationery dated Jan. 25,  2006, signed by then-President George W. Bush.
Then on to the bathroom — a chamber of black granite and  mahogany, with a gigantic mirror and granite countertop,  flanked with shelves of fluffy white towels and toiletries,  including a bottle of “Brilliant Brunette” shampoo.

On the sink is a copy of the book “Wild at Heart:  Discovering the Secret of a Man’s Soul” by John Eldredge, and a  Father’s Day card signed by one of Stanford’s sons.

In a separate room  for a black commode, a rack holds a  magazine from Christie’s auction house, a copy of “Forbes” and  an issue of “Islands.” The walk-in shower is huge.

A closet contains a fold-up massage table and a box  containing four custom-made suits from Martinez Custom Clothier  in Baton Rouge, La., still in their plastic wrapping.

Perhaps the most unusual thing about the bathroom is a  nondescript door to the left of the shower. This was Stanford’s  separate entrance and exit off the parking deck, where he could  arrive and depart in privacy.