An impossibly simple setup: one table, one chair, one place setting. And yet over twelve billion people were tuning in.
Each paying customer had multiple unobstructed views of fine tableware artfully staged on a flawless white linen tablecloth. It was a spread fit for a king.
They were getting the world’s first trillionaire instead.
Cornelius Furman settled into his seat as his personal chef arrived with tonight’s main event – a whole pan seared salmon. The last one in existence.
Cornelius flaked off a generous sized piece, savoring it while the world held its breath.
“Fair,” he declared, wiping his mouth.
The Weekday One Hundred 