Although it was unusual, Mr Chaunk was taking some time of work to "muse". Things were going well. There had been the usual reports of people flocking to the bastion of the credit, and yet the hordes had yet to come.
"Good!" he unconsciously said out loud. "More for the rest of us!" Although he was a lowly janitor, Mr Chaunk had more wealth than most factions leaders could dream of. His personal fortune was estimated at 7.8 E.c.'s and according to his stockbroker, it was only going to increase from here.
However, it seemed as if there was no one nearby to gloat over. Whilst fewer certainly equals richer, it also equals lonelier.
Mr Chaunk voice activated his I-net terminal and placed the following ad.
And now he could only wait. He rang his bell, and once again berated the lack of servants in Morgan Central. He sighed.
"I guess I'll have to get my own tea again... My whore can't cook for toffee..." He muttered as he wandered off to prepare himself some champagne and caviare.
Life was good none the less. Very very good.
****
A few days later, Director Chaunk checked his advertisement, and to his surprise and delight, he had many responses. He checked the names:
AndiD
Archaic
arginine
Arnelos
CEO Aaron
Comrade Micha
Comrade Tassadar
Conmcb25
Croesus
Fazdaar
Frankychan
Googlie
Impaler
Jtsisyoda
Rubin
Vander
Whoha
ZargonX
Good! Things were running very smoothly indeed. With himself, that made 19 investors in Mr Morgan's conglomorate, and hopefully still more to come.
Life was now looking even better. Much MUCH better.
"Good!" he unconsciously said out loud. "More for the rest of us!" Although he was a lowly janitor, Mr Chaunk had more wealth than most factions leaders could dream of. His personal fortune was estimated at 7.8 E.c.'s and according to his stockbroker, it was only going to increase from here.
However, it seemed as if there was no one nearby to gloat over. Whilst fewer certainly equals richer, it also equals lonelier.
Mr Chaunk voice activated his I-net terminal and placed the following ad.
Workers for C.E.O. Morgan's plutocracy. Rates generous. Perks exceptional. House and Whore* guaranteed! *Whore of gender and inclination applicable to applicant of course. |
And now he could only wait. He rang his bell, and once again berated the lack of servants in Morgan Central. He sighed.
"I guess I'll have to get my own tea again... My whore can't cook for toffee..." He muttered as he wandered off to prepare himself some champagne and caviare.
Life was good none the less. Very very good.
****
A few days later, Director Chaunk checked his advertisement, and to his surprise and delight, he had many responses. He checked the names:
AndiD
Archaic
arginine
Arnelos
CEO Aaron
Comrade Micha
Comrade Tassadar
Conmcb25
Croesus
Fazdaar
Frankychan
Googlie
Impaler
Jtsisyoda
Rubin
Vander
Whoha
ZargonX
Good! Things were running very smoothly indeed. With himself, that made 19 investors in Mr Morgan's conglomorate, and hopefully still more to come.
Life was now looking even better. Much MUCH better.
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