Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

to guess that the couple were an English lord and his Chinese wife?”
Axel smiled. “Nothing escapes you, does it? I haven’t attempted anything on this scale
before in Asia, and I do believe I’m going to be calling on you for some help.”
“Congratulations, Axel. It would be a pleasure,” Oliver managed to utter as he felt like
he was going to throw up.
“Now, what can I do for you and Mrs. Bing?”
Oliver watched Kitty fling her cell phone off the balcony into the canal far below. “Oh
we were just in the neighborhood. I’m about to take her to meet Dries at Het Modepaleis,
so I figured we should stop by.”
···
“He said Colette was a new woman. That she had transformed her life and he was proud
of her for wanting to do something good in the world. That’s why she needed a proper
house in Singapore. How gullible can you be?” Kitty cried.
“Yes, let it out. Let it all out,” a soothing voice above her said.
“He said that Colette had made a secret trip to see him in Shanghai. She had prostrated
herself at his feet and begged for his forgiveness. Can you fucking believe it?” Kitty was
lying on the massage table, her head in the face cradle, as her massage therapist Elenya
placed a row of hot stones along her spine.
“Good, good. As I place this stone on your lower back, I want you to really feel it burn
into your second chakra, and I want you to go deeper into your anger and release it,”
Elenya encouraged.
“He said, ‘Do not make me choose between you and my daughter, because you will lose.
I only have one daughter, and I can always get another wife.’ I hate him I hate him I hate
him!” Kitty screamed, tears flowing freely and dripping on the tatami-matted floor.
Suddenly the floor trembled violently, and a couple of the stones rolled off her back
onto the side of the table. Oliver, sitting in an armchair next to the massage table, pulled
his seat belt tighter.
“That wasn’t turbulence, Kitty. That was your anger releasing into the universe. How
does it feel?” Elenya asked, as she began to rub Kitty’s feet with a steaming hot towel.
“It feels fucking great! I want to tell the pilots to steer this plane and crash it right into
his fucking face!” Kitty screamed again, before breaking into loud heaving sobs.
Oliver sighed as he looked out the window of the spa on the second floor of Kitty’s
Boeing 747-81 VIP. They were over the English Channel now, and soon they would be
landing in London. “I don’t know if a quick revenge is the answer, Kitty. I think you need
to be playing a long game here. Look at the life Jack has given you. You’ve got three
airplanes at your disposal, wonderful Elenya here to give you hot-stone massage
treatments when you need it most, and all your other beautiful homes around the world.
And let’s not forget about Harvard. You’ve given Jack a son, and as he grows up, he will
begin to eclipse Colette in importance. Kitty, do you know the story of the Empress