Book2:KigdomIteDreams
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before.IfeesifIaminaheavyfog.Iotseethroughitanddonotknowifthereiscrisisloomingbeforeme.Ilybeextracarefundcautioussoasnottobetakenbysurpriseandtrytobepreparedforanytingency.Atsuchtimes,IreallyfeelinsignifitaheguidanceofKingDimitri’slong-sightednessandhisboldandresoluteasothatiercethroughthefogahroughallbarriers.” “Actually,KingDimitri’swealthisastronomidincalcuble”saidAisha.“Wedonotreallyoseektoaddtoit.Wejusthavetomaintainastableahyeicorder.ThiswouldbethebestsituatiDimitrihimself,forhisKingdomofDreamsandforworldfinangeneral.”Thefutureofworldeicswasthussettledinthecasualversationofthethreenakedbeauties. Smokeanddustraisedbythepassingbusgraduallysettled,revealingthefigureofMr.Kaffee.Hisfacethatusedtobefulndplumpwasnowhaggardandgaunt,everywrinkleemphasized.Hisirongreyhairwasblowneverywhichwaybythewind.Straosay,hedidnothaveonhistrade-markdarkgsses.Hisnormallywell-pressed,snow-whiteshirtwasdirtyandunbuttoscolrsoiledandlihbckgrease.Hisexpensive,well-tailreysuitwassowrinkledandoutofshapethatitlookedasifithadbeenexcavatedfromagarbage.HesquattedattheerofthestreetacrossfromWorldBank,attheverypgDimitrioedforthedoorsofthebanktoopen.Atthattime,DimitriwastryingtogetmoopayJamaz’smedicalbills.Ironically,nowitwasMr.Kaffe’sturhesamepcelookingdazedlyattheimposiraoWorldBahoughtofthedayhewasthrownoutofthebuilding,headhunglow,eyesrestrictedtotheowofeetofspacebeforehim,ntomeettheptuouseyesofhisderisiveandmogex-coworkers.Helefthurriedlyandwanderedaimlesslyoreetsandalleys.Butmisfortunefollowedhiseveralthousanddolrsuit,silkshirtwithdiamondcufflinks,diamondstuddedgoldwatch,Italiahershoesa,andpocketsfullofcashweremagotheireyes.Especiallyeye-catgwasthathugesolitaireonhisfinger.Whenhewalkedpassanalley,somethingheavyhitthebackofhisheadandhefelltotheground,unscious.Whenhefinallycameto,hehadasplittingheadache.Raisinghishandtotouchthepainfulbumponhishead,hefoundthateverythingonhishandhadbeenstripped.Hispocketswerealsoempty,leavinghimliterallywithonlytheclothesonhisbadespair,hetriedtoapproaeoftheunderlingshehadpromotedtohighpces,butknowinghewasnowoutofpowerandnolohepresidentofWorldBank,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,