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271. The lava lamp sold

The lava lamp sold for seventeen dollars twenty-five, which was on the very low end of the range of sums Ling was willing to pay for it. Then again, the vendor didn’t have a clue it would be worth a millionfold in half an eon’s time.

Of course Ling still had to hope he wouldn’t notice that the money was first issued some ten years from here. Bank notes of this era were hard to come by of late, so she’d had to dip into her eighties cash reserve. The vendor held the bills to the light one by one, making Ling sweat, but he didn’t catch the impossible future date.

“Enjoy the lamp, miss.”

Ling had been doing this for six years now and she still enjoyed it immensely, despite the motion sickness that wreaked havoc on her body after each time jump. The wealthy Chinese businessman who employed her could just have printed out a pristine copy and nobody would have noticed the difference. But to have the genuine, centuries old article on display, was worth good money. And Ling was all too willing to cash.

“Isn’t it marvellous?” the businessman asked her as he put the lamp on his mantelpiece. “Only a mind on acid would come up with a thing like this. Were we really that spaced out back then? Could you actually smell the pot in the air?”

“Yes,” she lied. The more she played on his nostalgia, the more he would be inclined to continue using her services.

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After she’d stacked away the money, she whipped out her electronic notepad and started concocting the narrative details of her next trip to the past.

Her 3D printer was already hard at work at the third century BC Greek amphora.

 

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112. The day after the merger

The day after the merger, jeans were allowed again. The staff – who had detested the uniform trousers ever since they were made mandatory eleven years ago – embraced the new-found freedom with gusto from day one.

They wore blue jeans, black jeans, red and yellow. Wide jeans, narrow ones, jeans from stretchy fabric. Jeans with buttons, jeans with zippers, jeans in every form and size. Vintage jeans, haute couture and the pair that you had found at the back of the closet and you couldn’t possibly fit into anymore. Or could you?

Suffice to say, if jeans were your fetish of choice, you’d have an orgasm just by entering the lobby.

So at the next board meeting the inevitable question came up. Why had the new bosses decided on allowing jeans as their first executive decision?

“It is in our interest that the workforce keeps buying our products,” the CEO explained. “If they associate this place with happy memories, even just the one, they will buy more. It’s a basic law of successful management.”

“But half of them won’t have the money,” a board member protested. “Half of them will be made redundant in six months time. That’s essential for the merger to pan out, right?”

The CEO, a former banker, smiled.

“Trust me. They’ll keep on buying.”

 

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72. Svetlana was now the richest person in the world

Svetlana was now the richest person in the world. Five million people worked in her stores, selling the innovative product that had come to define the business boom of the past decade. Her bank account was twelve figures and she lived in a stunning Caribbean villa where old masters adorned the walls. Even though she donated one third of her annual profits to charity Svetlana’s wealth kept on expanding. She had truly made it.

And to think it all started in a remote Siberian village when she was barely a few months old, sitting on a dinky carriage pulled by the seemingly dim-witted goat she would wind up selling her soul to.

 

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