A Golden Opportunity Novels & Stories

“For a small donation, you receive a blessing from the Golden God, and premium treatment. Gold Star members have access to the priority lounge.” What god doesn’t love a backhander? Not that there’s anything wrong with having money and using it to your advantage. Otherwise, what’s the point of being rich? The problem has always been when those with money use it to block those without. It’s like if you won the lottery, and then used your winnings to buy the numbers four, five and six. Everyone else still had a chance to win, as long as those three numbers didn’t come up, but it’s indisputably a dick move.

The voice from the other day that I thought I will never hear again. My eyes fluttered and slowly opened to see another most handsome man my eyes were eye were yet to chance upon. He was looking different from the other day. That day he was so bony and sickly but today he looked___ “I'm glad you approve what you see, Princess. I had worked hard to get here in a few weeks." he chuckled eerily sending spiky goosebumps spreading through my skin in fear "I told you I would have you when the time was right. I'm sorry I had to let you see at that time when I wasn't very prepared. What an opinion you must have had of me” his voice was golden and so were his moves as he sashayed from one end of the

"Think about it. This is already an easy way in for us. Without this opportunity, it would be even harder to execute the plan. There will be even more holes that we need to plug, and we could lose a lot of men. It's far better to spend some purple gold to save ourselves the trouble." Desmond sighed helplessly. He understood it even if Seymour had not said that. It was an incredibly rare opportunity that was basically hitting the jackpot, but he felt like it was still too high of a price!

Just as I finished, my mother shoved my head on the glass wall again as she kept hollering, "Dream on! I designated Harold as my heir last year already! Whoever he marries will inherit the company with him!" Though everyone was stunned by her words and regarded Harold with even more admiration, that was when an elderly but strong voice boomed in the gala hall behind us, "Quincy Waltz! I dare you to say that again!"

I heard him say and I said it along with him. "Such opportunities don't come easily and often. So once you have it, you don't mess it up. Even if you want to mess it up, then your reason better be a good one. In your case, I don't see why you should miss it. It's a huge event. I don't think your boss can take you away in the presence of many like that. So If I were you, I would not miss this lifetime great opportunity to share what I can do with people who may want to invest in my ideas. That is how billionaires began their success stories. It is always about presenting their ideas to the world and finding someone to invest in it," I heard Black say and it put a smile on my face. "Thank you,

Thomas says, standing a few feet away. Hearing the man's name causes Melina's brain to recall his face. She couldn't believe she hadn't recognized him right away. "Thomas, thank God you're here." the man takes his arm away from Melina's neck. "I am willing to double the prize to 10 million dollars," Xiao Zhan says as he walks toward Thomas. Melina's eyes widened as she heard the prize that was just offered for her. "Is that so?" Thomas pulls a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up.

Amaliah got a bottle of water from the fridge and sat at the table. “Well, you wouldn’t believe it! You know Skyline Corp?” “Of course, everyone knows Skyline. Only the best and fastest tech company in the world. What’s up? “Well, Gwen just sent me a link and voila! It’s an application link to several job opportunities in the company.” “Wow. That is news indeed. Skyline rarely hires new staff and when they do it is strictly based on very high recommendations.”

she quickly added, "but that's what makes it cool." Oh, yeah. I also don't have the best reputation. But I'm over that. I'm starting anew, right? "Yeah, sure." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and cleared my throat. "So, I've overheard them talking about the last personal object from the Great Witch. A golden trinket. They're going to use it in their ritual to have a stronger connection with her, in order to make this impossible ritual possible," I uttered. When no one spoke, I continued, "This golden trinket is somewhere in the world. And they're determined to find it."

Completely trustworthy. “Mr. Ashcroft, thank you for meeting with us.” His handshake is firm. “Jennifer has told us about your situation. We think we can help.” The man beside him is younger. Elijah Crane. Early thirties, tech money probably, with the casual arrogance of someone who’s never known failure. “The opportunity we’re presenting is time sensitive,” Crane says, pulling up documents on his tablet. “Properties in designated opportunity zones. Distressed but high potential. Current market panic makes them undervalued.”

He would pay for what he did, and of that, I would make sure. “When is the annual golden auction again?” I asked Marco. The golden auction was an annual gathering for New York’s elites that was initially conceived to raise funds for the less privileged but is now largely attended by the wealthy to flaunt their wealth and power. Nonetheless, it remains a prime opportunity for networking. Initially, I had intended to skip this year's event, but not anymore. Now I had other plans. “Tomorrow.” He replied. “Get prepared. We are going.” I informed him.