The Billionaire's Possession (Voted Best Reads for Cats)

Chapter 12/Katharine Hepburn's more dangerous quote

Picture  Katharine Hepburn. 

A/N - Do you know how close we are to breaking the 1,000 read barrier. Like 9 reads close. This is like beyond amazing. Also, we have record numbers of people adding Billionaire's Possession to their reading lists ( more than Cyborg's pet and it's floating around 11 in the charts). We are also hovering outside the hot 100 - it's like Christmas eve or something.  All hale endcore who get's our dedication for being the first voter on this chapter! 

Mall 

Alexander arrived at the Mall in his self-driving red Lamborghini. We met at the special entrance where the self-driving cars would drop their owners off and pick them up. Alexander told the Lamborghini to drive itself home. It beeped twice and then shot off at high-speed automatically driving like a maniac. Alexander stood up and looked incredibly impressive in his tuxedo. He wore it smartly like a uniform. I could see Alexander admiringly, he smiled approving.

"Alexander," said Emily "may I introduce Kaitlyn Edan."

"Delighted to meet you. Kaitlyn" said Alexander taking my hand and not taking his eyes from mine for a second. 

As he spoke the limousine turned up. It had been so well polished that I could see my reflection in it, I did look pretty hot. Alexander waited like a gentleman while  Emily and I got into the car. When I sat on the soft leather seat I heard something.

"What's that banging?" I asked.

"You heard too? That's good" said Emily "for second, I thought I had a headache. frowny face ☹️."

"Alex," said Emily "there is weird banging in the back."

"Strange," said our Alexander "I don't remember installing a sound system in the trunk."

Alexander went around the back to the trunk while Emily and I got out to look. The driver got out and came to the crowd at back.

"Open the back James," said Alexander.

"My name isn't James," said the driver.

"Well changed it to James. In fact change it to James James and if you don't like it I'll sack you and hire somebody called James. Now open the trunk." said Alexander. 

Way to go on your signature courtesy. 

The driver opened the trunk. Lying in it, we found Megan and the dwarf ass. It was common for rich people to own miniaturized versions of animals. A Think tank at the world wildlife foundation had thought the only animals NOT being driven to extinction were those animals we can eat and ones we had as pets. They had then engaged in a large-scale breeding program reducing all kinds of endangered species to a smaller domestic size. The panda had been the first success. With a combination of genetic engineering and selective breeding they reduced it down to about 3 foot high and able to be trained not to leave a mess on the carpet. Soon all the major animal charities had started their own breeding programs. You could get miniature gorillas, lions, tigers, a 4 foot high giraffe that was good with kids, white elephants, even a mini rhinoceros the size of a dog. The ass was the result of a book on how to do homebrew genetic engineering. I guess the upside up the drop in human population was that the full versions had the opportunity to regrow in the wild habitats. You had to seriously believe in glass-half-full over glass-half-empty to believe that was a positive outcome for the death of 5 billion people. Candide and Voltaire would be proud. 

"That was such a trauma," said Megan "I'm going to find the terrorists that didn't and sue them for mental cruelty."

She picked up her ass and cradled it like a baby. "It was a terrible time wasn't it precious?" Megan said to her tiny ass.