Blueberry Inflation Story Novels & Stories

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.’

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."

By this point, its yearly profit had reached a staggering 348 million dollars. There was also a news report on Sammy-Blue Inc. on the desk. The business analyst who had written it had called Sammy-Blue a business miracle. Glancing at the article, Javier thought that expert might have gotten smacked with 8,000 dollars worth of bills before putting this out, or they would not be so enthusiastically and aggressively licking the company’s boots. Hell, five years alone was apparently enough time for a company that had split itself into different industries to achieve rocket growth in all their ventures instead of dying? What was this, a role-playing game where Sammy-Blue was the gamemaster?

he continued, “one (1) strawberry Pocky stick will now trade for three (3) Koala’s March cookies or two (2) juice box sips.” Gasps echoed. A little girl in pigtails dropped her rice cracker in shock. “What?!” shouted Tanaka-kun, Takuto’s closest competitor in the cutthroat world of snack trading. “Yesterday it was two cookies! You can’t just change the rate!” Takuto gave a patient, patronizing smile. “Inflation, dear Tanaka. Basic macroeconomics. If you paid attention during circle time, you'd know that a banana shortage in the lunchroom has skewed dessert forecasts.”