Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

“I don’t understand your question. What do I do for you? I work my balls off for you,
and you have a fantastic life and get everything your heart desires. Didn’t you just spend
ten million dollars in Paris?”
“It was only nine point five—I’m a Chanel Privé preferred client, and they gave me a
special discount. But say something happens to you? What happens to me?” Kitty
demanded.
“Nothing’s going to happen to me. But don’t worry, you’ll be well taken care of.”
“What do you mean by ‘well taken care of’?”
“You’ll also get a two-billion-dollar trust.”
So, I’m not worth as much as your daughter, Kitty thought to herself, feeling her anger
boil up. “And how much is Harvard getting?”
“Harvard is my son. He will get everything else of course, and let me remind you that’s
a great deal more than five billion dollars.”
“And Gisele?”
“I don’t see why I need to leave Gisele anything. She is going to inherit all the Tai
billions one day.”
Kitty stood up from the chaise lounge and walked toward the door. “It is so interesting
to know all this. I can see where your true priorities lie now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re not really thinking of me…or our children,” Kitty said, her voice shaking with
emotion.
“Of course I am!”
“No, you’re not! You’re not thinking of us at all.”
“Babylove, don’t be unreasonable…ooohhwwhhh…not so hard there!” Jack yelled at the
therapist who had climbed up on the massage table and was now kneading his ass with
the full weight of her bare feet.
“Sir, you spend too much time sitting—that is why your buttocks hurt so much. I am
barely stepping on them,” the woman said in a soothing tone.
“I cannot believe you would give your daughter five billion dollars just like that! After
all she’s done to you!” Kitty cried.
“Ouch…aww…Kitty, you’re not making any sense! Colette is my only daughter—why
should it matter if she gets five billion, when I give you everything you want? Aiiyowwww!”
Jack moaned.
“Stomp harder on his ass! And stomp on his saggy balls while you’re at it!” Kitty
shouted, fleeing the room in tears.
* Kitty also had the attractive eastern European therapists that Colette kept on staff replaced with middle-aged Chinese
women who resembled Madame Mao.