Businesswoman Chapter 239

Dings emitted from the car indicating the door had been ajar. Entrepreneur Paul slammed the door. He walked into his home. Once the temperature adjusted, the lighting mellowed, and the television switched on, he plopped down on the couch.

The news showed an uproar that looked like an insurrection. He leaned in a bit. He could make out the posters reading, “Don’t Eat the Rich, Kill Them All.”

“Simon, call Loreen, please,” he commanded.

“I know, Paul. I’m on it.”

“We all have to be on it. These Collectivists….”

“These Collectivists are going to be brought down low after this. They’re going to be in the cold steel bracelets of justice when I’m done.”

“But you can’t do it by yourself. You need Lisa and me to help you. We as Individualists must band together not as a clump of cells but distinct members fighting injustice.”

“Do you not see how they’re trampling over rights and becoming ever more problematic in their actions? I, no offense, know more about this and can do this by myself.”

“You say that now—”

“I say that forever. I know of the reality of these miscreants. I’ve been around them when they first wanted to be Individualists. Now, I can fight then properly because they’re so opposite to their roots.”

“I just think you have to be flanked by both of us to aid us all in this crusade against irrational groups.” Entrepreneur Paul brought his head back in exasperation.

“This isn’t overconfidence. This is exact targeting of one of the most deplorable groups in history. I know them. I knew them before I knew you. Their ideals changed. I’m not trying to revert them. I want them in handcuffs.”

“And we can’t help you?” Atkinson asked.

“This is my fight,” she said coolly.