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Bishop mumbled softly. I didn't flinch, I only stared at the bundle on my lap, admiring the cleanliness of the new currency. This is exactly what I'm talking about. I want to start making cool cash like these, throwing bundles wherever I go, but I can only achieve that through one-way—and that's to work at Wet Nights. I knew one-day I was going to be a billionaire and here comes the opportunity. At this point, I won't disagree with anyone who calls me an obsessed or desperate freak, I really don't care.

Clearing my throat, I sat on the edge of the table facing Rowena and asked, “Why would someone get their head cut off?” She handed me a stock of books, and as I opened them, I saw that it was the pack's accounting books. At first, everything seemed fine, but upon closer inspection, I noticed that some of the money was being withdrawn in small amounts to go unnoticed. Putting the books back on the table, I face the men who are there to give me advice and make sure the pack goes smoothly, but instead, they are the ones creating more trouble for me. “So, will the money get back into the accounts, or will you guys turn out like your friend?” I ask them with an edge in my voice.

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

I'm just forcing myself to graduate for them even though they can't even see my success anymore. I grabbed the book out of my bag, and place the money I earned between its pages for being a working student. I bit lip, I need to spend it wisely so it can sustain me for months. And yeah, they did invest huge money only for my education, but for my other necessities, there's none. I hugged the book from my chest as I departed from my working place. As I stepped outside, the breeze of the air embraced me and gave me goosebumps. It's almost midnight, and there's only one thing I wanted to do...

I am guessing that a rich family started this little town, and that is why the names are all the same. I notice that the book store has a help wanted sign in the window. I need a job to keep my parents from wondering where I am getting all the money from. I don’t trust them. As unreal as it may sound I have made enough money that I would never have to work again. The stock market can be a magical thing once you figure out how to use it. I have worked hard to keep that a secret from my parents because I've got the fear that they will take it. I do not want my future at risk because of their incompetence.

"You need fifty thousand dollars?" Anthony stared at Faith with surprise. He knew Faith always had money problems, but fifty thousand dollars was a bit much. "Y...yes. This is kind of an emergency, and I'm willing to sleep with you again if that's what you want. But I really need your help," Faith said quietly. She didn't know how she managed to stay calm this whole time. She felt humiliated begging her boss for money and offering herself to him after boldly rejecting his advances.

Mike studied that face for a long time before asking. "Nothing. Making money really isn't easy." Looking at the money after all expenses, Emily could only cry the whole river. Making money is hard, this is also making big money. "That's a good first step. If you want big money unless you rob a bank." Such a start-up is already more than others. So what else is she sad about? This idea Emily finds is also a very practical way. If you want quick money, just rob a bank. Her face was very serious, saying: "You have a plan for me to do, it's a big deal."

"You can't pay people to do your dirty work!" "You can disagree all you want, but we're living in a capitalistic world and money rules it. If you don't have money, you have nothing. Frown as much as you want, but money opens doors that knowledge and hard work can't," he exhales the last curl of smoke and gets up. "I'll come in a minute." I scoff in my seat at the way this grown-ass man thinks. It's wrong! The same way of thinking gave birth to the idea to try and buy me with money.

This is the fruit of something that I have been working out all this time. With a great amount of money, you can say that you are also in a power on where you have the right to do many things that no other normal people can do. Money can truly be fearsomeat some point. That is all because of the fact thet it can be used in many ways that no one can even imagine. Indeed, it was far beyond the imagination of ordinary human

kunot noo kung tanong. “Hahahaha, silly girl. I don’t work, people work for me. And I don’t look for money, money came to me to buy all my stocks, furniture, goods and any other products.” He narrated. “So where did you get all those moneys to start such a huge business in this country?” He hold my hands again and walk.