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Pamela whined and drew her lips into a soft pout. Luther lifted a dismissive hand. "Not at six grand each." Pamela swung her head to me. "You're the accountant, say something!" Clearing my throat, I picked up a small book from my desk. "Mr. Lucario, I'm afraid this is the only solution I can offer." The book slid into Luther's hands as he leaned over to read the title: How to Go Broke in a Week: A Beginner's Guide. Luther barked out a laugh, pointing at me. "You got me, Monroe."

It was bankruptcy. "Let's just do the assignment," Elion muttered, looking away. They started working. Or rather, Cale worked. Cale’s pen moved across the paper with machine-like speed, calculating interest rates and amortization schedules in his head. "Cut the vacation fund," Cale murmured. "Move the allocation to emergency savings. We switch to generic brands for groceries. That saves fifteen percent." "You're very good at being poor," Elion noted, watching the numbers align perfectly.

His note: “Sacrificed opportunities for stability. Practical to a fault. Never allows herself to want things she can’t control getting. Has learned to manage expectations by refusing to have any.” The next section was “Financial History.” Her credit report. Every apartment she’d ever rented, every lease she’d signed, every landlord who’d raised her rent until she couldn’t afford to stay. Her bank statements going back five years. He knew exactly how much money she had, how much debt she carried from student loans she was still paying off, what she spent on groceries versus clothes versus the occasional splurge on books she didn’t have time to read but couldn’t resist buying. “Lives within me

He worried she’d handed over all her money to him and she’d leave herself without enough to live from. My first book advance and two years of sales provided the money. I divide all other book sales between purposes. I might not be an accountant, but I’ve been careful to block off money for bills and living expenses from any indiscriminate spending I do.” “Is that why you spent nothing on yourself that I gave you? You were spending instead of investing your money?” Juliette looked at him. He could see her becoming tired before his eyes. “Investing? I do practically nothing but invest in my future these last few years. If you mean do I save anything for when I retire? Yes, I do. I max out my r

There was no in-between for me, so I was glad Cleo seemed to melt a little every time I flashed it at her. "You're ridiculous." I can tell she's a little impressed though. It makes me feel proud. Normally I hide my money from everyone. They assume because I live like a bum, I am one. I just keep my cost of living extremely low, which helped me save money to get my fingers in a business downtown. Once I was in there, I just kept making more and saving it because I had nothing to spend it on anyways. In turn, I defaulted to buying more business. It's not like I was a millionaire or anything, but I could afford whatever Cleo wanted, I'm sure. "What if we can't find a spot?" She asks when we get

Unending war. And if this bastard worries about his money that I might swindle his company? No. Obviously Joeff barking at a wrong tree. He should talk to my brother instead to know exactly who I am. Money? I don’t even bother to know that thing if it is not worthy in living. My brother was really good at that thing. He’s the only person who taught me to avoid financial issues. No debt! Avoid having a debt. And buying a thing that doesn’t matter in our living.

Just enough to stay off his radar until the babies were born. I started that night. Cash tips only—no more direct deposit. Paid rent in person, in small bills, to the landlord who didn’t ask questions. Stopped using the bank entirely. Hid what was left in a sock under the mattress. I also started saving in a new way: Every dollar I earned, I tucked into a metal cookie tin labeled “Emergency.” Coffee refills: $3 → tin. Overtime: $40 → tin. The $50 from the kind customer: → tin.

I stood at the door, listening to Jackson Sanchez’s words in silence. That money totaled ten million dollars. Every cent was something I had saved over the past few years through careful budgeting. For three years, hundreds of days and nights, I, who once loved fashion, didn’t buy a single dress. I even cut back on food. I used to love attending parties, but I didn’t dare to go these past three years. Every expense was planned, as I was always afraid of overspending and not saving enough for the deposit.

Offering me less than I already made, so for the moment, I had stopped looking and concentrated on cutting back things like; hair appointments, online shopping, cable, and anything outside my current budget. The next thing to go off my list would be the internet. I had been contemplating it for a while since I had both things on my phone and at the company, but since I no longer had cable, I used it to stream free things through my computer. I was trying to be smart about my money, but never in the two months, I had been single had I been able to save more than a hundred bucks. Life was really going downhill for me. But yeah, now I was trying not to buy too much, enough for me to eat for the

I also had to learn the hard way how quickly money disappears when illness shows up. Once upon a time I had nothing but pride about how much I had saved but after the sickness happened my savings went first. Then the emergency funds I had stashed, then the things I told myself didn’t matter went next too. I stopped buying new clothes, Stopped eating out, Stopped pretending I wasn’t scared, sold some of my gadgets and everything else I could think of that would have good monetary value.. Looking for just enough amount to make a dent to the bills so mama could get her next dose of treatment!