Book2:KigdomIteDreams

k,theyavoidedhimlikethepgueandwouldnotraiseafiohelphiminanyway.ItwasthenthatMr.Kaffeefinallyuoodthewaysoftheworldwerefakeihepeoplewhousedtosurroundhumsoobsequiously,obeyinghiseveryorder,toadyingtohiseverywishwerereallyonlyrabblesofsociety.Whentherewasnothingtobegaiheyallscatteredtothefourwinds.Whocaredaboutfriendship,moralsorprinciples?Mr.Kaffeesmiledicallyandthought,

    “SeehowlowIhavesunk?Iamnowadown-on-my-luckbigshot.IhadbeenrichasMidas,butthat’salli.TodayIamworsethanabeggar.”

    JustasMr.Kaffeewaswallowinginself-pity,aluxurioussedandroveupandstoppedattheentraoWordBankacrossthestreet.Twobeautifundsophisticatedwomendressedintheheightoffashion,steppedoutandwalkedintothebank.Mr.Kaffeereizedohem.“Isn’tthattheretiredtopEuropeanmodelSamantha?Theotheronelooksfamiliartoo,butIdon’trememberwhereIhadseenherbefore...Ohyes,isn’tthatthefinancialgeniusMegginn?”Mr.Kaffeehadlustedafterherbeauty,covetedherresearchachievementsandtriedtotakeadvantageofher.

    “Howdidthesetwogettogether”hewoheyreallywereMegginnandSamantha,nowthenewpresidentandvice-presidentofWorldBank.Mr.Kaffeefeltinhispocketforhiswallet,ahabitualreflexwithhim,andfoundthemempty.Wheneverhesawabeautifulwoman,hereachedforhiswalletwhichalwaysheldathickwadofcashandsomesexenhangpills.Butnowhehadnothing.Mr.Kaffee’sirongreyhairwasblownaboutbythewind.Hismindwasinturmoil.

    “WherehastheyoungandrobustOliverKaffeegone?Irememberthetimewhenmybrainhadonlytoandandmypeniswouldreactimmediately.AmIreallyoldnowandlyrelystoachievemygoal?A