Novel & Cerita Blueberry Inflation Stories

It felt like a glitch in reality. "Blueberry was a complete unknown in the US," Marius continued, sensing he finally had her attention. "She returned to the country and was immediately given a massive push by Grayson Media. In less than a year, she’s become a household name. Don’t you find that suspicious?" Chloe didn't respond, her mind racing. "Xavier only acquired Grayson Media a year ago," Marius pressed on. "Right as Blueberry returned and joined the roster. I suspect the only reason Xavier even touched the entertainment industry was to pave a golden road for her."

You can get more, right? Callie’s eyes narrowed. She was trembling with rage but tried to keep her composure. ‘They were not for you to take without permission! And they are not for sale either!’ Angelia shrugged nonchalantly. ‘If you’re so reluctant to part with your precious berries, I can pay you double the price for them. Can you get more?’ she asked, as if it was a simple business transaction. Callie’s anger flared even more at the audacity of Angelia’s request. ‘I’m not your supplier, and those blueberries are not for sale! They were a gift from someone.’

She stared straight back into her plate. "I knew the pair of you would still be eating," Quickly, Blue came to realize one thing was worse than facing Marian before twelve; Bradley Pierce. The name was often misleading. It was the name of a party-boy or the thirty-eight-year-old leader of a college fraternity with time spent so often getting wasted he was balls deep in student debt from all the times he'd had to repeat the course. It was strange, never had Blue met a man who was such a perfect image of Toby Flenderson in all regards.

But it should do. "Uh, uh." The bastard said, giving me back my money. "This would get you only two wraps." My eyes widened. I wanted to yell at him. But instead, I took a deep breath and asked, "How? It wasn't this expensive last time." He shook his head as if he was pitying me. "Sorry, baby. Inflation." He raised his hands in the air. "But this is all I have," I said. God, this lunatic has no idea how hard it was to steal this stash of cash from Dad's study. He has no idea how hard it is for me. He thinks because of the name Vale, I have money sitting in my bathtub.

I say, grinning, "I'll throw in VIP access and backstage passes while I’m at it. And since you will see my wife naked, I'd have to increase the price. Inflation is no joke. My rent is due.” I doubt I'll share her again. But I'm just entertaining Sierra's Casanova. “Yeah right, someone who's close to becoming a trillionaire is talking about inflation and rent when he's the landlord of an entire estate he lives in. And don't bother lie to me, I know it was the first and last supper. You are too stingy to let another sharing is caring happen.” He replied. I was just about to answer him when my phone buzzed. I glance at the screen to see it's Grandmother.

The camera panned, focusing on a prim and proper lady sitting behind the newscaster’s desk, her hands clasped on top. “Thanks Jackson, for the weather. Welcome, everyone. It’s been an eventful week. First things first, yes, inflation is increasing at an exponential rate–officials are saying it’s due to a commerce problem. It’s expected that basic groceries are expected to skyrocket in prices. In terms of entertainment, netizens have caused quite a stir following GAEL’s interview. The artist, whose real name is Gael Laurent, caused quite a stir when he announced that his wife had been kidnapped and– The announcer took a breath, fingers flitting to her earpiece for a moment.

I scrounged up some cash that I had lying around the apartment and made my way over, shivering against the chill of the autumn air. “That’ll be six dollars and fifty cents,” the barista, a young man who looked a few years my junior, said from behind the counter. “Six… Six dollars?” I exclaimed, my eyes wide. “It’s just a black coffee and a single croissant!” The barista shrugged. “Inflation.” Grumbling under my breath, I dug into my pocket, where I managed to find a few more quarters. But I was one quarter short. “I only have $6.25,” I murmured.

After waiting patiently, Evelyn returned with a small bag in her hand, placing it on the table before handing me a slip which I assumed to be the receipt. I looked at the slip. PURCHASED: APPLES- QUANTITY: ONE BAG- PRICE: $3.54 My eyes widened. Three dollars and fifty four cents for a freaking bag of apples. “Three dollars?" I asked. “Yeah, rumor has it that there's inflation in price due to the fake Bitcoins, but I don't think it's rumors.”. I groaned before raising my body to sit properly, leaning forward to grab the bag on the table. I handed it to her. “Can you wash them for me?”.

AJ teased. “No,” George said, glaring at AJ. “You still need to reimburse me for my shirt. Not to mention the two bottles of shampoo I had to use to get rid of the stink.” AJ raised his eyebrow. “Two? Last week it was one bottle.” George shrugged. “Inflation costs are brutal. Dumpster diving isn’t cheap.” AJ chuckled. If not for his staff, he would have lost the will to run this business a long time ago. “Buy three as a token of my appreciation.”