Pyramid Power
The silver-haired TV producer was an interesting fellow, if a little creepy. The bell rang at the Speed Networking event, and the outer circle of people each moved one chair clockwise.
The girl now sitting opposite Bobby was pretty. She was in her late twenties, dark-haired, with a diamond nose-stud and silver Ankh necklace. Surprisingly she wore a pin-striped business suit, rather than jeans or a dress like most ladies present. It seemed too formal for an event in Lucerne. The New Ideas Show’s Speed Networking event was about creativity not formality. At least that’s what he’d supposed.
“Hello, I’m Caroline,” she said. “And I run my own business.”
“Pleased to meet you, I’m Bobby, currently erm… in between jobs. What kind of business do you have?”
Her right eye twitched before she answered, saying, “I would like to make an appointment with you one day next week to discuss it.”
Bobby was confused by her answer. That wasn’t what he’d asked, so he repeated the question. “What kind of business is it?”
Her right eye twitched again. “I would like to make an appointment with you to discuss it.”
Momentarily he was flattered, thinking this was her way of asking him out on a date. Then he thought, who are you kidding? She’s repeating a script.
“I’m not trying to be difficult, Caroline, but how can I gauge my interest in your business if you won’t tell me what it is?”
“It is a business that is accessible to anybody who is passionate about helping others and acquiring wealth. We offer world class training in leadership dynamics, mind dynamics, and sales dynamics. Its all about beliefs and habits. If you believe you can do it, and are willing to develop productive habits, you truly can.”
“But what will I do?” He was losing patience with this woman, but was also amused. Besides, you are allowed to indulge babes.
She said, “You will develop a passive income which will be received monthly, with little effort required once you’ve set up your system. You can work flexible hours from any location.”
“That sounds great but…”
“I started last year and am already a millionaire.”
Bobby thought, maybe I’m wrong about this girl. Is she really on to something? “That’s amazing! In twelve months you’ve made a million dollars?”
Her eye twitched and she looked uncomfortable. “Not a million dollars, yet. A million friends though. Money comes and goes, but friends last forever.”
Bobby couldn’t help laughing. “You’ve got a million friends. Wonderful! Where are they all?”
“Well, I’ve only got one thousand friends myself. And if they have one thousand friends each, that’s a network of one million people, ready to make money. It’s all about relationships – like atoms at the quantum level…”
Bobby interrupted, “And how will they all make money?” He suspected this was a pyramid scheme set-up; the classic eight-ball model where rather than the steady arithmetic progression of 1+2+3+4+5=15 you use a geometric short cut of 1+2+4+8=15, which runs out of steps far quicker, leaving the smallest players struggling.
She looked away and said, “I’m not sure yet. I’m building my network first. It could be any business. I would like to make an appointment with you…”
Her Ankh caught the light and shone out. Bobby held a grudging admiration for her persistence but felt her belief was misguided, like workers in Ancient Egypt, playing their part in building a great pyramid, but only ever laying its lowest blocks.
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