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Captured by the Black Forest pack guards, I was about to be torn to shreds. In a desperate bid for survival, I reached out through the mind-link to my mate, Killian, Alpha of the Moon Crescent pack. The link was blocked. Refusing to give up, I called his phone. He hung up without hesitation. It wasn't until my fourth attempt that the call finally went through. "Are you ever going to stop annoying me?!" "Killian... save me. The Black Forest pack—" "What kind of trick are you pulling this time? Just to make you feel better, Elena left the pack all by herself! If anything happens to her, I will personally kill you!" His venomous words cut through the line. He sounded like he was talking to a sworn enemy, not his Luna. As sharp fangs tore into my flesh, my hand went limp, and my eyes slowly closed. You won't have to lift a finger, Killian. Just as you wished, I am already dead.

While inspecting the hotel owned by my family, I start to feel hungry after ordering some food at the hotel restaurant. Before the food is served, I munch on a small piece of bread roll for the time being. Suddenly, the lobby manager comes up to me and hands me a piece of paper. "Hello, sir. We do not allow outside food here. It has been 8 minutes and 30 seconds since you entered our restaurant. The total cost of your meal is 1,500 dollars. You'll be fined 1.28 million dollars." I am briefly stunned as I look at the piece of paper detailing the amount I should pay. Then, I take a picture of the piece of paper and send it to the group chat that has all the members of the board of directors. I tag my elder sister in the next message I send. "I've received a fine at the hotel owned by my family. Is this how you've increased the hotel's revenue?"

I go to the boutique my son has invested in to pick up the gown I've ordered for a banquet. Just as I'm about to leave, the manager, Wendy Reed, stops me and says that I still owe them money. She pulls out the bill. I look down at it and see that the boutique is charging me 300 thousand dollars for their creativity, 500 thousand dollars for fabric therapy, and one million dollars for their chief designer's mental wellness. On top of other expenses, the price totals up to two million dollars. I laugh incredulously and send a message to my secretary. "Withdraw our funding from my son's company and this boutique!"

Finals were over, my class started planning a graduation trip, and I offered to have my family's travel agency put the itinerary together. Ten days and nine nights across five countries in Aurelia, for $999. Everyone was scrambling to sign up until the prettiest girl in class spoke up. "We're all classmates here. Isn't it a little gross to gouge us like this? "I found an agency online. All of Aurelia for five sixty-nine. There are forty of us. How big a kickback are you taking off that?" Forty hands stopped halfway through sending their deposits. "Four hundred bucks buys a lot." "Yeah, let's not." The whole class turned around and booked with her agency instead. I shrugged and let them go. At $999 all-inclusive, with airfare alone running over seven hundred, my family was already eating the difference. I knew the company behind that $569 offer. All I could do was wish them a safe trip.

After ten years studying interior design overseas, I came back to my hometown to do work that mattered to the people who raised me. I offered the full package, from site survey to soft furnishings. The materials were chosen by hand. The price was fair to the bone. The town had just gone through a redevelopment. Everyone was getting new units. With the new family policy, every family wanted a third bedroom too. My business was good. Customers from the next county were driving in. Then a girl just back from a city college kicked open my studio with her phone on a livestream and her neighbors at her shoulder. "This is the dishonest one. Look at her. She has been ripping the village off." "In the city, an eighty-square-meter unit can be done for twenty thousand dollars. She is charging eighty." "That's a sixty-thousand-dollar margin. Sixty thousand. Right out of our pockets." The village fell in line behind her. They demanded the difference back. When I refused, they smashed my studio. They beat me into a coma. The pile-on online killed me. When I opened my eyes again, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I would refund every single one of them. And then I would tear out every single thing I had installed. Let's see what twenty thousand dollars actually buys you.

I owned a taco shop for twenty years. The entire street was crowded because of my shop. After the SATs were over, I wanted to give a 20% discount to the seniors who were graduating on my new taco flavor, but my meat supplier sent me a notice. [Due to the high temperatures, the cost of transporting frozen goods has increased. Effective today, the price of raw ingredients will increase by 30%.] [Items are available on a first-come, first-served basis due to limited quantities.] It was the third time he had increased the price this year. Immediately after, my landlord and vegetable supplier also increased their prices as though they had discussed this in advance. I was furious as I questioned them, but all of them gave me the same answer. “Your profit on your new taco menu is high! We also need to benefit!” I was trembling in anger. I went back to my hometown and sent them a group text message. [From now on, I don’t need you to supply any materials to me. I also won’t be renting the place anymore!]