In the small town of RichPeople Burg, there lived a super ultra mega rich Quadrupatrillionaire named Gowan Westerly. For Generations the Westerlies have dominated the stock market, the production of big fat rich people stuff, sales of nearly every fast food chain in the town and more. Gowan is the 3rd and youngest child of the current Westerly family. He had been drenched in cash and glory ever since childhood and even as an adult, he is still poured in cash and glory. He didn’t have to work cause he’s just that rich! He didn’t need to clean after himself cause duhhh. He’s rich!
Parties with the finest wine flowing through his veins, tobacco filling his lungs like a balloon. After a while of all the parties and money, Gowan got tired of it all. He felt incomplete, missing a piece.
For the first time in his life...Gowan felt...empty. He finally learned what people mean when they say “The world looks so grey”. It wasn’t the fact that they had vision of a vintage camera, it’s being able to see the brightness of the world and feeling numb.
The sunny hue, the beaming streaks, nothing and so one sunny day while out sunbathing, a lightbulb dinged in his mind.
“Maybe I just need a change of scenery!”
“A change of perspective!”
A new home!”
Grabbing his Iphone 9000 from his porcelain table, he called his most loyal assistant, Cliff Jenkins, to help him find his new home. “Sir, we’ll get the jet ready. What about your maids sir?” Cliff inquired from over the phone.
“Hm...Kindly fire them.” “Wh-WHAT? I-I mean-” coughing at the sudden response of the man, Cliff opposed his master’s intention. “Sir, what if um...we didn’t expel them so quickly, oh! How about selling this mansion!” Remembering his brothers and sister, Gowan exclaimed “ AH YES! Just make sure all my essentials are taken out of the house and into the jet, I made a google document and already sent it to you. Tell my brother the house is his for the taking.”
Phew, Cliff thought, those poor maids. “Thank you sir, I will see it done.”
“Cheers” Gowan said before hanging up. “Let’s see your essentials, Mr. Westerly~”, Cliff said with a smile.
Cliff knew Gowan for a long time now, he’s been his assistant for over four years and has grown fondness for the man. “I wonder what stuff Gowan likes...I can finally get to know him more!” Finding the document, he lost breathe as he saw the file size:
Gowan stood up from his bench and readied himself for a packed day.
By 2 in the afternoon, he stepped out of his mansion with a navy blue suit and brown leather shoes, as well as a clean shaven face.
He took his time walking through his garden, admiring the lush lavender poppies, the yellow sunflowers and the green foliage scattered throughout his glorified abode.Then he finally reached his private airport. Oh yes, he has a private airport too, cause duhh !He’s rich! Haven’t we already established that?
Anyway, reaching the mini airport, Gowan witnessed his flashy private jet sitting and patiently waiting. “Seems like Cliff’s a bit late” . He was getting worried but before he knew it, he saw Cliff in the distance heaving with two boxes in his arms.
Behind him where 3 of Gowan’s body guard’s lifting four boxes each “LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT-” each guard panted like soldiers on the battlefield while the little male gave out a “Uahghhh” . “Cliff , You are 1.034 seconds late, arrive earlier next time.” “M-my apologies sir, whew!” Cliff wheezed as he dropped the two boxes.
Checking the boxes, Gowan saw his mini dinosaur plush collection. “Um...you sure you can carry this?” Gowan asked. “Y-yeaahh!” Cliff said before wiping sweat from his forehead. “Moving on…”
“Copper, Nickel, Iron, let’s get these into the jet.” “YES, MR. CLIFF!” They then marched to the hind of the jet. “What do those guys eat anyway !?! Okay okay...nghh” lifting Gowan’s two boxes worth of mini dinosaur plushies wasn’t easy...well, for Cliff at least.
After a few moments, Gowan boarded the jet and was ready for take-off. Iron and Nickel where the pilots, while Copper and Cliff sat behind them, and further back in a private room, was Gowan Westerly.
The plane shot off into the sky and disappeared in the clouds. “First stop is Clam Shore City!” said Cliff. Crashing into his seat, a thought popped into his head and suddenly he remembered how Gowan almost fired the maids. “Those poor maids…they must be relaxing by now...good for them.” he smiled at this thought before looking back at his phone.
“WOO! GOWAN IS GONE!” A maid said before swinging on the chandelier with two champagne bottles in her hands. Rave music flooded the entire mansion with maids partying and raiding the fridge with toilet paper dancing in the air. Welp the maids are in good shape at least.