The Future of Princess Sabina
Chapter 39: Lunch with Pierre Beaumont.

The following week, I headed to the Global Economic Forum with Alexander. He was not happy with me, and he voiced his concern, “Why did you spend $ 100,000 for lunch with Pierre Beaumont? The money could be used to raise thousands of lives. " Alex is angry.

I struggled to come up with the right response. I wanted to meet Pierre Beaumont, so that I could use my empathetic power to find out about his true intentions for the world. But I never told Alex about the power of my empathy. I was worried he would see me differently, if he knew that I could go in and change his mind when I touched him. No one wanted to be the slave of others, even if it was for good intentions.

“ Well, I think if we can get Pierre Beaumont on our side, then we can convince him to eradicate poverty. How strong he is. " I declare. Alex shook his head and replied, "Bah, help these people? Those rich people only cared about the benefits of ting themselves. Do we still have poverty on our planet? ” I nodded and replied while thinking: “Whatever, I think it helps s us,. If we meet these people and get to know how they think” “Yeah, I assume no tickets n are returned, so we might as well go. I'm just hoping you'll ask first! ” Alex grumbling.

I looked away and said nothing. There was nothing more to say, and I knew Alex would calm down once we arrived at the meeting. I thought about saying that I regretted not consulting him first. But I had no regrets, and did not want to lie, so I remained silent during the trip to the International Convention Center, where the meeting took place.

We arrived at the ICC, and we attended the conference in the morning. It was interesting, but without revolutionary innovative ideas. At lunch, we got our money's worth, a private lunch with Pierre Beaumont in a small meeting room.

When I entered the room, I felt something was wrong. Pierre Beaumont turned out to be a bald man in his fifties with strangely-lensed glasses, the same type of lensed glasses that Ben Yehuda wore. While I could not read his mind without touching it, I could feel the dark aura of evil and greed in the room. This was a man who had died inside a long time ago.

" Please, sit down, I only have 10 minutes." Pierre Beaumont urged us, and we sat down. Pierre spoke again: “As you know, my time is precious, but I'll make an exception and let you make your case, you know, for whatever you are looking for that World Bank help with.” Alex looked at me, and I nodded to push him.

Alex cleared his throat and spoke, "As you know, we've developed an automated marine prototype ship that will clean the ocean of plastic waste." “Don't be too confident, there are many worthy projects out there. But yes, I've heard about your utopian project, and if you ask the World Bank for support in this regard, the bank's answer is NO. ”Pierre replied in a snobbish and firm tone.  "But why? It can save a lot of marine life at low cost, and it is an eco-friendly and eco-friendly project, ” Alex pinta. “We do not prioritize the preservation of marine life, and the World Bank has many missions on its hands,” replied Pierre coldly. “ Geez! we pay $ 100,000 to meet you, the least you can do is answer the question correctly, that answer is not good enough! " I declare with anger.

Pierre swept away the imaginary dust from his suit, nodded and replied. “Okay, Miss Hines. I'll be as open as possible. Cleaning the oceans and saving marine life is a valuable cause. But the ocean is for everyone, it's not an investment asset that we can take advantage of, so it's of no value to us. The World Bank does not deal with utilitarian social objectives, we deal with financial assets and investments. ”

"But you're saying that you want to create a better world?" I asked.

“Everything good has monetary value. A cleaner ocean has no monetary value. So, it is not for us to pursue, ” replied Pierre.

" Well, this is where the bank has to disagree with you. Money does not exist to serve people. People exist to serve money. In the absence of a god, money became the new god, the raison d'etre for humanity. " Pierre was able to act wickedly, rubbing his hands together.

I pondered over the ugly old man's statement for a few seconds. I wonder what makes him so evil and evil. I responded with a sad and pitiful smile. " Do you know what you need? You need a hug. You have never loved or been loved by anyone before. " I said and hugged Pierre before he had time for an answer.

I didn't hug Pierre because I liked him, even though I felt sorry for him for being so greedy and evil. I need to make physical contact with Pierre to use my psionic powers to reach his mind. I was so anxious, I couldn't access Pierre's mind. I didn't know what to do, because I didn't expect this. A n eerie thought reached my mind : What if Pierre was also an empath, and read my mind?

Suddenly, I heard Pierre's voice: "Huh!! Miss Hines, this hug is not part of the lunch meeting. Now that you have managed to make me feel miserable for a few seconds s, please stand back up and let me continue my task?” I stepped back and felt like an idiot for doing such a ridiculous thing. Pierre speaking again: “Huh! I don't like it at all. Just wasting time! I'm afraid our time is up, Miss Hines and Mr. O'Neill. I am a very busy and important person, and I have many high-ranking officials to meet in Australia. Positive results. “

A few of Pierre's bodyguards approached us, so we took a hint and left the room. When we were no longer visible from the room, Alex scolded me, "What's that about? Why awkwardly hug the World Bank leader in front of your husband? "

“I need to feel its aura. Now it is, and I realize something scary about him and his shady company. ” I replied with a worried voice.

"And what is it?" Alex asked annoyed.

“We must focus our efforts on removing the World Bank's malicious operations. As long as they exist, they will continue to fund rogue companies, supply weapons for war, drill more holes on Earth, pollute the oceans, and kill our trees. We can never get the world we want, as long as there is a World Bank s ”, I declare with tears in my eyes. "remarkable. How could you find that, after hugging the CEO randomly? I'm going home." Alex growling.

I thought about saying something or using my strength, but I decided not to. I understood where Alex came from, and while I was determined to take down the World Bank, I had no idea how to handle my husband's short fuse. I felt sad and helpless, and there was only one person I could tell, my sweet mother, Ellen.