Book3:WereMyDreamIs

dmyhetractIsaidtohim,‘OnedayIwillrepresentDimitritaintheownershipofWorldBank.”Hepolitelyrepliedthathewouldbewaitingforthatdaytoarrive.”Samanthawassilentasshelistened,tratientionondrivingtheflyingracecar.“Whocouldhavepredicted”tinuedMegginn“thatahugefinancialempirelikeDimitri’swouldsoquicklyturntodust,colpsinglikeahouseofcards.Itreallymakesmefeelregretfulthattheaccumutionanddispersiohinlifecouldbegedintheblinkofaneye.”Samanthaslowedthecardownaftersheleftthefreewayanddrovedownthelocalstreets.Megginnrealizedthatitwasnotthediretoherhouseandaskedinsurprise,

    “That’snotthewayhome.Whereareyoutakingme?Iamverytiredandwouldliketogotosleepassoonaspossible.”

    “I’mafraidnowisnotthetimeforsleep.Av