Businesswoman Chapter 50

On a bright and shiny morn’, Loreen stretched upward as she leapt out of bed. Mr. Breen continued to sleep. She showered, clothed, and styled her hair. Then she shot out of the house and into her car.

“Raphael, please take me to Diamanté Bank.”

Lisa had already shown up for the renewal of the bank. All in attendance held faces of joy and jubilation. Loreen caught up to Lisa.

“Beautiful day, huh?” Loreen asked.

“Absolutely. I’m glad you’re here. We should be out for the Collectivists or Altruino. The Mysticals dare not tread on this actual holy site. The others may do so, though,” Lisa mentioned next.

“You spoke him up,” Loreen countered. With gait both nonchalant and cocky, Fascinder strolled up to the two ladies.

“Fancy seeing you two here,” he rasped.

“The feeling is mutual,” Loreen spoke with clenched teeth.

“I’m just here for the spectacle.”

“No, you’re here to sow discord like you always do,” Lisa argued.

“No, no, no! I just want to see the building go up to greater heights. The same building that houses people who deny loans to the poor should be directed by the government with heavy regulations and controls.”

“See, right there. That further shows your disdain for free markets. You’re not going to do it. Not today! Not ever!”

“Relax, relax,” he assured with acidity. “I cannot get within five hundred feet of the building anymore. It was a misunderstanding from a few years—”

“You were trying to corrupt the minds of businesspeople,” Lisa retorted.

“You even know my history. Mrs. Business I knew would have chimed in but you’re schooled to the game.”

“Get out of here Fascinder,” Loreen commanded.

Fascinder threw his hands in the air. “Okay, but I’m not finished….”

“You’re done when we say so.”