The gods came down

And so it was... The day came when the gods from the Wrigley Chicago building came upon to visit us mere mortals. I was so overwhelmed by the presence of Bill Wrigley, one of the world's top billionaires, our CEO, the guy who can cut our lifeline with just a snap of his fingers. His visit was just brief but his presence still lingered even when he has already left the hallways of our plant. I wonder what goes under his balding head, knowing the enormous power that he has. What is left for him to desire? Is it true that even though how rich you are the lust for money is still unsatiable?