I don’t know what happened. Everything seemed to be going so well. The people were all in our favor, it’s the right time…but The Boss is blowing it!
He’s out there every day, talking with people, but most of what he says in nonsense. He alternately suffers from delusions of grandeur, and some sort of morose death wish. I don’t get it.
Now the leaders are getting anxious, because the government is getting nervous about civil unrest. It’s like The Boss is deliberately tweaking them every chance he gets.
Well, I know what I have to do. First, I’ve just got to accept that I backed the wrong horse in this race, and second, try to salvage something from it so I can live to fight another day.
As it happens, I’ve been approached by some of the leaders. They want me to help them make the problem go away. Their initial offer was weak, but I held firm. In the end, I made myself a very lucrative little deal…even if I do say so myself!
Seems they’ve set up a sting operation and all I have to do is finger The Boss to them. It’s got to be some time when the crowds are gone, and I think I know just when to do it. We’re having a big dinner in a couple days. I’ll make an excuse, and slip away. An hour’s work, maybe two, and I walk away with a nice, fat fee. Easy peasy.
See? I always land on my feet!
