Unfortunately, before the broadcast could even end, the program was cut off.
The female host did not get to finish her final shift. She was fired on the spot.
A furious station executive stormed into the studio and loudly demanded to know what she thought she was doing. A multibillion-dollar acquisition deal might go down the drain because of a few words from this bitch!
As for the reason the female host gave, it was no reason at all. Money might indeed become useless in the apocalypse; after all, every zombie movie portrayed it that way.
But the apocalypse had not arrived yet. Money was still extremely useful. The station's board members were all waiting for the acquisition funds to come through so they could divide up the family fortune.
With money, they could stockpile food and water early, along with guns and ammunition, secure sturdy shelters, and live longer than the lower classes!
That was the wonderful thing about money.
It let the rich win at The Starting Line of the apocalypse. While the common people were being chased by zombies and howling in terror, the wealthy might be hiding in shelters, popping champagne.
"Fuck you! I'll expose your dirty deal online! You accomplices of demons!"
After flipping off the station executive, the female host hugged her little cardboard box and left.
When the executive heard that she intended to keep spouting nonsense online, an almost imperceptible cold glint flashed through his eyes. After returning to his office, he immediately took a prepaid phone from his desk and dialed a number.
The host did not go home immediately. After all, she needed some extra "seasoning" if she wanted to continue the topic online.
So she drove to the supermarket first. Sure enough, after Luthor's speech in Washington D.C., perhaps