"Ooops! One of my factories...", Vera said as she looked down and saw the rubble around her pumps and red blotches on the ground. Her look of concern quickly changed to a sly smile. It was like a flash of light in her mind. "I've got loads of factories, loads of money, I can buy this whole £$%$ing country, anyway these "slaves" can rebuild (if I let them haha!)", as she uncaringly dragged her pumps through more of the factory complex until she had totally trashed it, "I can do what I want, when I want, nobody to stop me, I am a goddess...". Even by speaking this out something exhilarating happened to her. Satisfied at her exhibition of power she went to her (undamaged) office......."Yawn....I might as well go home, nothing left here (giggle). just as well that I have 100s more businesses around". Putting on her leather jacket and gloves she strolled across the countryside to her (nearby to her) home, with a new freedom.......no more court cases, no more need to care about anything but herself, as her heels clacked along the roads trashing all in her way.......what is going to happen next?
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