Paul hired me to write a book about his life, since it has changed so much since he struck his fortune.
And as always, im so sorry.
Chapter. 1 "Good help"
Paul leaned back in his eames lounge chair, kicking up his versace wearing feet up on the desk.
Another amazing session, and another fortune made.
He lifted the diamond-encrusted golden chalice to his lips for a small sip of champagne, and at the same time putting out the cuban cigar he hade only just lit, in his ivory ashtray.
JAMES, he shouted at the top of his lungs, and as by magic, James appeared almost instantly by his side.
You whispered, mylord, James said.
I accidentally spilled some champagne on my white-tiger furcoat. I dont fancy wearing a dirty fur coat, could you please take it to the incinerator and burn it for me.
You know, James, Paul said while a smile slowly started to form. There are only 3 of those furcoats in the whole world.
After you burn that one, could you get me one of the other two i have in my closet.
At once, mylord.
Raising his chalice again, Paul noticed it no longer held any champagne.
I have no need for empty chalices, take this one to the incinerator aswell and burn it. On your way back, bring me another one, one with champagne in it.
But mylord, this does seem like an awful waste of mon...
James, is that backtalk? Do you know what happened to the man you replaced?
Yes, mylord, you burned him in the incinerator.
Thats right James, so no more of this backtalk nonsense unless you want to meet the same fate.
Yes, mylord, ofcourse.
Once again sinking back into his chair, now slightly annoyed, Paul was thinking how good help was hard to come by these days.
The timer on his rolex interrupted his thoughts. Only 5 minutes until the next freeroll at videoslots would start, and Paul would be there, ever since he made his fortune, hes always there.