Continued From Yesterday.
Exxon Mobil sat on a big leather chair. Opposite him was Doctor Dunsel, a psychiatrist.
“I am feeling good,” said Exxon Mobil.
“How so?” said Dr. Dunsel.
“I am making lots of money, more than I ever have,” said Exxon Mobil.
“And making money, lots of money, makes you feel good?” said Dr. Dunsel.
“Yes,” said Exxon Mobil.
“It affirms your self worth?” asked Dr. Dunsel.
“Yes,” said Exxon Mobil. (more…)
My name is Exxon Mobil. I am a corporation, but in the eyes of the law I am as much an individual with rights like any human being. I have the full protection of the law, plus I have a lot of money. People often say that Bill Gates is the wealthiest person in the world. Well, as I said, I am as much a person as Bill Gates and worth a lot more money. Indeed, I made a profit of thirteen billion dollars in the last three months. That’s profit, cash left over after I pay all my expenses. So in three months I have made more than a third of Mr. Gates’s entire net worth. So if I am making that much cash every three months, you can imagine what I am worth. Maybe a hundred times the net worth of Bill Gates. Yes, I am rich. And having this much money also makes me very powerful. (more…)
Joe sat in his small office chair with a very tiny window that barely permitted the afternoon sunlight from warming his office on this cold wet April Spring day. He lived not far from the Consumers Union complex, a few miles east, outside the Yonkers, New York, city limits, but his ride in today was particularly uncomfortable when his boss called him on the cell phone and advised that he would be meeting with the woman who at that moment sat across from him. She was more gorgeous and more striking than even her best photos. She wore a leather bomber jacket over a white tank top, flowered skirt, and rhinestoned cowboy boots. Her legs were crossed, her foot air tapping, and she was chewing gum. Normally gum dumbed-down a beautiful woman, but not Naomi Campbell. Her long hair, clean look, and very sparkly eyes clearly reflected a very healthy lifestyle, and the gum chewing accentuated her large lips. Or so Joe was thinking when Naomi interrupted his reverie. (more…)
Howard Stern faced the mirror that spread from wall to wall above seven bathroom sinks that were under mounted to black granite. The fixtures were brushed nickel. The floor tiles were tumbled marble. The stalls, though, were your standard issue aqua metal partitions with metal swinging doors. Howard was alone, so he felt comfortable fussing with his long hair. The formula he used that morning to cover the gray blended well, but he made sure that some silver strands remained, a device he did not really think worked to cover his hair vanity. He loved his hair. He stroked it, played with it, curled it in his fingers. It made Howard feel young. Afterall, it was a full head of hair. Not a chance he was going bald, and so he was going to flaunt it. (more…)
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