The Internet Moves at the Speed of Greed
The starlet collapsed in the lobby of a hotel in the Bahamas. Half an hour later, her publicist was on every news channel, informing the world that she had died.
I didn’t watch the news. I was upstairs in my room at that hotel, logging on to eBay. Bidding was hot on my auctions of her memorabilia. Autographed photos were going like hotcakes at $200 a pop. The old issue of Playboy with her as the centerfold was selling briskly at $150 for a copy. Even the novelty bobbleheads from her short-lived reality show were going for a decent $50 apiece.
Satisfied, I closed my laptop and started packing. I had to be back in the States before the inquest, and I had a lot of work waiting for me, shipping out all those collectibles. I wanted to get it all squared away before I met the next pseudocelebrity on my list, on vacation in Hawaii.
At this rate, I’ll be a millionaire before the year is out.