Just Like Enron

Window and Associates now controls a huge security software market and an equally huge corporation. That there are not any associates left does not bother Golem. He now associates exclusively with girls mostly in their thirties on the sofas in his executive offices. He has one executive office on each floor of the fifty floor complex of Tower One. Tower One is now exclusively used for executive functions, and since he is the only executive, the offices are deserted.
Tower Two has taken over the function and everyday business of Window. Tower Two dwarfs Tower One and now the first tower is simply what Golem refers to as his command center. Only he has his retina scanned into the locking mechanism of Tower One. It is here on the four floors called B1, B2, B3, and B4 that Golem devotes time underground to research on cloning and cryogenics. These are his pet projects, have been from day one.
He has girls on each of the sofas. He assigns them to a floor. His favorite is Katrina on floor thirteen. He thought of the young amongst them as his flower children. He was taking care of them. When she cried it was as if a poorly maintained dam had broken somewhere. As if she had no plans for the future.
He has several corporate jets affixed with lots of sofas. He can’t say what it is about sofas he likes. He might have known before the accident. He has a huge house with an Olympic-sized swimming pool, and a Jacuzzi the size of a residential swimming pool.
He has three wives and three children and a partner. One wife thinks he works in intelligence; one thinks he is a professor. One thinks he is a computer analyst. The partner doesn’t care. She’s in it for the endorphins, plus some cash. Sometimes one wife drops him off at the airport and another picks him up and brings him home. One thinks he is off on an international spying adventure and the other thinks he is returning from a computer seminar.
Golem has a group of top executives on the lower-rung that is currently embezzling funds while he plays on his sofas. They are using two of his jets to party on world tours, and are bent on partying until there are no funds left to party with. They are members of a group of ex-yuppies that had been responsible for the elimination of ketchup packets from fast food chain restaurant food orders in the seventies. Now, if you want ketchup you ask for it. It saves corporations millions of dollars, but half of those dollars ended up in these yuppies’ pockets.