I'm the richest woman in America. I have a firm that despises me due to my faults. I have 10 ELT members. Two love only themselves. Each of them loves no one but one is very loyal.
I have a wardrobe that transports me to the “big tent” that I used to reference in 2019…just look at the circus that I’ve created where my pink slips are tickets, the leadership has smoke/mirrors, and the only thing missing from my my wardrobe is a flower that shoots water and a red nose.
I have plenty to eat, a mansion to sleep in, and somehow still can't understand that the only person who still wants me here is me.