Serial novel ALL THE PEOPLE YOU CAN EAT, Chapter 7: Domino and Slave

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"I do not care. I am having the most grand weird fuck with the most beautiful woman in the world, and I will not be distracted by the little nonsense.”

Domino took a cursory lick out of a mound of cocaine lying on the coffee table in front of him, and ran his tongue over his gums. Xavier frowned. Try as he might, he could not stop his voice from rising in pitch.

“Your show is going to be a disaster. Nobody will be there. No media, no buyers, no society. They’ll all be at the Ungungu Gala.”

“But we have the real Ungungu in our show.”

“Our show is dead.”

“You are dead.”

“Domino and Partners cannot stand another disaster.”

“What do you mean?”

“We are on the last legs.”

“The last legs?”

“The last legs.”

“Again?”

“Yes, but this time the last legs are worse than the last legs before. This time we are keeping up the body of the big corporation. This time, if we fall, we fall with the big thud which we will feel to the end of our days.”

“You are being the drama queen, which is my job, not yours.”

“I am being the businessman with the hard nose.”

“You are not being the paranoid with the spooky vibes?”

“No. Not at all.”

“Damn. I didn’t have the realization.”

“This time our shares pass into the hands of others, and we are owned by financial accountant lawyer-type people who have no imagination.”

“I shit on financial accountant lawyer-type people who have no imagination.”

“We become slave employees who work for wages instead of the big deal.”

“This is the big horror.”

“Tiara Blaine strikes again.”

“Why doesn’t the cancer kill her! For my next design project I want to design her tombstone.”

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