Sipping Her Champagne, She Gazes Out Of The Limousine Window At The Slums Passing By, A Smug Smile On

Sipping her champagne, she gazes out of the limousine window at the slums passing by, a smug smile on her face. "They’re being evicted to make room for elegant estates," she says casually. "There are five thousand of them, and we’re making room for about 100 wealthy people to live in the same space."

Her boyfriend raises an eyebrow. "Where will they go?"

She laughs, her voice dripping with cold amusement. "To beg, to starve in the streets. Then we’ll make it illegal to be homeless, and they’ll end up in work prisons—where they’ll make me millions."