Businesswoman Chapter 357

When the rubber ball bounced up the fourth time, that’s when Socialista became a snapping turtle.

“If you must do that, go down the street. Work is going on here,” she reminded Fascinder.

“Yes, my work. You’re taking from my manifesto.”

“We’re making it ours,” Common Man announced.

“You would….” Fascinder replied in almost a dreamlike state.

“What? Are you saying we can’t come up with some mess like this?” Common Man’s voice rattled with bile. Fascinder, who had been seated, rocketed to his feet.

“You couldn’t write this. This actually took effort but felt effortless to me because I’m the greatest genius ever,” Fascinder lifted an arm and gestured at the ceiling.

“Give it a rest, Fasc’,” Socialista murmured. “We’re all monumental thinkers but only in a group. If we could smash our brains together, we would, no?” she asked.

“I would love to see a collective brain. One that facilitated all the people all at once ... .A giant glowing mind that showed how people should act as others rather than themselves ... .A huge orb just glowing and bestowing goodies to the people. That’s my dream,” Common Man admitted.

“Aargh….” Fascinder refuted Common Man’s words. He dragged against the wooden floor bouncing the ball.

“The ball!” Socialista called after him, but Fascinder was out of the door.

“He won’t get it,” she pronounced glumly.

“It’s not for him to get. It’s for us to do. We’re charged with making Delaware, the US, the world under our benevolent rule. Yes, we must project a good-natured sentiment or else we will fall. I know, I know those whose shoulders we stand out have tried it. We can make it better,” Common Man stated.

Socialista got up and kissed Common Man on the mouth. “It’s really us. So what if he wrote it?”