Gina’s Business Trip to Mar-a -Lago

My previous boss's wife invited me to meet Gina, our richest person in Australia,

She declined to do business deal with Trump and she explained why.

She does not speak to press, she said it is bad for business but among those rich ladies she shared her experiences it was fun to hear it and for me a new story came to my head, based on truth what I heard take it with a pinch of salt it is a story after all…

Gina’s business trip to Mar-a -Lago

Gina looked out from the top floor of the highest Perth’s skyscraper on the spectacular Swan River shimmering in the rising sun below her feet. She was the richest person in Australia, she said to herself matter of factly, she survived bad press, family betrayals and cut throat business deals.

Suddenly her secretary rushed in sweating and bending in half: “Sorry I was caught in the traffic and our baby sitter was late.”

“Women have to work ten times harder than men and our excuses do not matter,” Gina looked up crossly from her computer screen: “I have raised four children while building this empire and trust me if I say to you if your partner does not pull his weight, get rid of him and fast.”

The secretary sorted herself out in a blink and rushed to her desk with an invitation painted in gold: “We should be in Florida this evening, they expect you.” Gina sighed and closed her computer: “I have better things to do than play golf but maybe good for business.”

When they landed with a private jet on the West Palm Beach, a golf cart with golden carvings waited for them with a driver who opened the door for them: “Welcome to the best golf course in Florida where you experience diamonds encrusted magnificent golf holes and a clubhouse filled with gold and diamonds that has no rival in the state of Florida.”

Gina got a grip of his gold buttoned sleeve: “I am not your customer, your boss needs my money because he still dreams to win the next American election so shut up and drive.”

The young man jumped inside and took off immediately looking fearfully sideways on Gina as she was going to slap him. Her secretary put her hand on his shoulder soothingly from behind: “Just do as she said and better you learn two things from the start, she doesn't like wasting time and opulence.”

“I am sorry, maybe it is my Mexican accent, I am new to this job, please do not complain about me, they send me back to Mexico, I work here for free.” Gina shrugged: “My father had many Aboriginals working for free in his first mines he opened on their land making him money, that is called business my young man, your boss knows it better than anyone.”

Suddenly the cart stopped in the middle of an artificially green and shiny lawn that stretched how far their eyes could see. There was a group of old men standing with their golf clubs and servants with trays of food and drinks constantly offering refreshment. Suddenly the big man in the middle with receding red coloured hair threw his club in frustration and it landed on top of the cart nearby breaking its window: “Damn it someone moved that hole, I aimed it right, Democrats sent someone to move them I am sure of it.”

One of the servants quickly brought his club back:

“You heard the boss and go and make that hole bigger and check for any digging around and missing diamonds.”

Donald approached Gina showing his club proudly: “24 carat gold, unbreakable.” She nodded and marched to the white tent servants managed to set up quickly while a big track was bringing more food and drinks and servants: “A gift from the Saudi Prince,” Donald chuckled: “I am as rich as him and when I will be president again, I will me more powerful again.”

“Boss, we have been sued for tax fraud again and a few billions we have to pay back,” said one of the lawyers who jumped from the back of the truck with a pile of court orders in his hand. But Donald waved his hand: “Pay we get it back and let them imprison whoever in the company just to keep me clean.”

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Another lawyer coughed uncomfortably: “What will we do with that boy in the prison who was charged with the attack on the capitol in your name?” Donald turned around angrily the fat from the steak dripping down his fat chin: “If he was stupid enough to get caught let him rot there.” The lawyer sighed: “People will emphasise with him, before the insurgency on January 6th he had good employment and nice house and now he is marked criminal. He pleaded with the court that he just went to your last rally and followed your orders.”

Donald pointed a piece of bloody bone he was chewing on in his direction: “So shut him up and let him rot in jail, he did not get me back my presidency, didn’t he?” Then he turned back to Gina: “Look at them, I pay them so handsomely and they are useless.” He threw half empty bottles of the best scotch in their direction and they scattered back to the track picking the court orders now soaked in golden liquid. Gina gave a short laugh: “They keep you out of jail, don’t they?”

Then she looked out of the tent at the remaining group of old men, some of them speaking Chinese and some speaking Russian who continued playing golf, pointing at them she turned to Donald: “Don’t you have enough donations from those oligarchs?

Donald shrugged: “Their money smells, Russians meddle in our elections which suit me but Democrats are on my back for it. I personally don’t care if they kill all Ukrainians and take their land, whoever is stronger wins, that is business.”

Gina nodded: “Business is business and Chinese money won you the last election.”

He chuckled:”You make people happy to shout what they want to hear:

’Chinese are stealing your jobs’ and pretend to cut ties with them and do your business as usual for your own profit. They understand that.”

“So how many millions you can donate to our campaign Gina, you know when I am president again I keep your title of the richest woman in Australia.” Donald looked up to her as she was standing up: “I am the richest person not your woman Donald and I just do business what is good for me not you, I am not one of your desperate followers you can fool with any nonsense you say.”

Donald chuckled: “You and Melanie are similar, I have to pay her for any favour, for her short speech in the last election I paid her handsomely just to say: “My husband always says what is on his mind, you can not blame him for his honesty.” He mimicked her voice and laughed at his own joke.

“Stay for dinner. The fresh food flown this morning from every corner of the world will be served on diamond encrusted plates, Melanie chose them something you never experienced before, one has to keep those oligarchs happy.” He picked his full glass and pointed outside to dark old men.

“I go to chat with your oligarchs about the business and then I am out.” Gina patted him on the back and left the tent while he pointed another bloody bone at her: “I need their money to keep your greedy fingers out of their pockets Gina, I will destroy you if you steal my money you know that.” He growled like a dog protecting his bone.

She waved her hand: “We all know Donald, all money is yours and all elections are yours, maybe no one is stealing anything from you, maybe you just do bad business.”

On their flight back the secretary who mingled with oligarchs while Gina spent time with Donald was briefing her in: “They are very cautious and playing politics for their leaders who want Trump back. He was always a loose cannon but now he is a sinking ship and Republicans will eventually dispose of him as he becomes more of a liability than an asset to them.”

Gina nodded: “That is how business works.”

“You have to feel for Trump's base, you know all those Americans who dream of becoming rich and free and powerful.

Just like him and believe he helps them to get there just to end up as disposable fodder for his cannon.”

The secretary cried in pain when Gina grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly: “Fuck the emotion, business is business.” The secretary quickly released her hand and her boss looked out of the window impatiently ready to land and disappear in her glass tower: “I don’t give a fuck about him using his base to keep his presidency and keep us all richest people on earth even richer but I give a fuck because he will not be able to pull it off again and investing in his election would be just a bad business.”