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Finch turned his narrow gaze toward Gia. "Miss Dutta," Finch said, leaning forward. "Before we review the specific metrics, perhaps you can explain to this assembly why a third-year undergraduate felt qualified to personally authorize forty million dollars in institutional capital without a single faculty vote." A quiet hush fell over the Great Hall. In the third row of the gallery, Gia caught sight of Chloe, sitting rigid, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, watching with anxious eyes. Gia didn't look flustered. She reached down, tapped two keys on her laptop, and the massive projection screen behind her lit up with a brilliant, high-density spreadsheet.

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

To my voiced approval, my hotel had a ‘business center’, which basically consisted of a computer and a printer perched on a desk that barely fit in the small cubicle. The internet service wasn’t the best, the load times irksomely long, but when the results for my search engine entry came up, the wait proved worth it. The very first link led to an interesting article, but when taken in context, became the unearthed Dead Sea Scrolls, a mysterious supporting document to a book built on faith or delusion.

"The Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce membership requirement is ten billion, am I correct? Supreme Capital Group currently has 60 billion in registered capital—real money, not inflated numbers! I think that's more than enough to qualify for your little Chamber of Commerce!" The wealthy widow sneered mockingly, "Kid, with 60 billion, you certainly have the right to be arrogant! But looking down on our Chamber of Commerce? That's just showing off! What if I told you my assets total 100 billion?" Andrew did not even glance at her, responding with complete indifference, "100 billion? That's nothing special. My 60 billion is just from one company! You might not know this, but the Vitality Pills and

No. I shoved that thought away before it could take root. Desperate for a distraction, clearing my throat. “How was work?” He barely spared me a glance. “Good.” That was it. No further details, no elaboration. Just “Good.” How was it even possible to be that unbothered and attractive at the same time? My eyes found their way back to his arms. The muscles. The veins. And I admit I was losing it. “I went to the Capital Gazette today.”

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Johnston could finish, David interrupted him. “Mr. Johnston, I understand. After all, I was still an impoverished student at Shu City High three years ago. I was working part-time every day and other people wouldn't believe me either. So, I don’t think you’re doing anything wrong. My company is called East League Capitals. You can look it up online.” Mr. Johnston was just a normal principal from a high school in a bottom-tier small city while Giselle was just a teacher. They did not know much about the business world. Thus, they did not know that only companies worth more than one trillion could be called ‘capitals’.

Because I’ve never been alone with you for this long, she thought. ​She hauled in a ragged breath and stayed silent. ​The plane tilted, eventually coming in for a landing as smoothly as it had flown. As the speed eased, Elizabeth fixed her attention on the screen behind him, desperate to bridge the awkwardness with the only safe topic left. ​"Do you believe Gagnon Autos will be a safe investment for the Fintech branch?" she asked. It was the only piece of his past he had left. ​"It's poorly managed," he said, extracting his iPhone and powering it on. His tone was cold now, professional but lethal. "The manufacturing market in Lyon is diminishing. It needs a total restructuring—new strategic