4.d.
“Oh god. Here they come,” Donkey muttered to
himself. He sat on a couch in the Jacob
Center Tower
lobby, positioned so he could monitor both entrances. The lobby, being situated at one of the
building’s four corners, had two doorways at right angles to each other.
His underarms
were swampy and his palms were clammy.
Why was he doing this? Were the
imminent gains so beneficial that loyalties to his friends, pledges taken, and
oaths of economy sworn, had become valueless?
Or was he just a big pussy cowering under the might of this huge
corporation?
It will be
worth it he told himself. To finally make
some strides, build a foundation for future reform, be at the helm of recovery,
strengthen his position in the party. To
best that goddamned pachyderm.
The Elephant.
That gigantic
prick of a man had undermined Donkey far too often. That egotistical, callous lump of fat. That money glutton. Once this deed was done then Donkey would
have the upper hand and–
Oh god
no. What was he doing here? This wasn’t part of the plan.
Across the
lobby The Elephant struggled to heft his bulk from his seat. He adjusted his belt somewhere beneath his
swollen sagging belly and lumbered toward Corporate Man and the rest of the Union .