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I could tell he was recalculating—reevaluating his assumptions about me. There was a long pause before he finally spoke. “I know how much money a small bookstore makes,” he said, his tone softer this time. “Even if you’re managing well, why should you have to cover everything?” I crossed my arms. “Why should you?” Another pause. After a moment, Christopher let out a low exhale, then slid the card back toward me. “Take it,” he said. “If you don’t like keeping track of expenses, then don’t. Just use it for the household when necessary.”

They hadn’t earned us any money or popularity. I tapped my pen against the paper, thinking over what to do while Grampa organized the last-chance buys in front of the register. Bookmarks, post-it notes, stickers, etc. were scattered across the surface, and he seemed to want to make sense of the chaos. That was something we had in common. “What about a massive sale?” I asked. “We could set the price based on how long the books have been sitting on the shelf and empty a lot of space.” His gaze lifted from his task as he smiled. “That’s a great idea, pumpkin. We can donate whatever’s left, including the bookshelves.”

She had let him pay again because her purchases had cost only 550 silver coins, while he had to pay 35 gold coins for her books. The book on flames was the only one that really cost money because she could have simply borrowed the others and returned them within 15 days at the Academy library, but they could also be purchased and Cassy had chosen this option because she was sure that her parents would love to have this kind of books, and so while the one talking about the flames had cost 20 gold coins, the others had cost 5 gold coins each. Steven then said to her, bringing her out of her thoughts, "Do you mind if we go check out the armory, we still have some time before to join the others

I said as I ended the call. The plan was risky, but it was my best shot to save my family and pay back the debts I owed. I quickly set up the plan to make the proposal of the century for everyone to see. -------------- Note: This book is the property of Ulliend's Musings and is only allowed in approved formats such as D****e, Goodnovel, Tiktok, etc..

“See if he has a spot for me somewhere?” He studies me for a moment before nodding. “Sure. I’ll talk to him.” Relieved, I give him a small smile and go back to my book. Callum, however, doesn’t let the subject drop entirely. “So, about the book,” he says, shifting the conversation back. “Why not just buy a physical copy if it’s hurting your eyes?” I let out a short laugh. “Because I have no money, Callum. I’m halfway through anyway, so I’ll just finish it.”

But the ache in my gut twists like a cold, sharp hook. I bury it. Crushing it under a layer of ice. Freezing it in place. "Don't be ridiculous," I scoff, walking to the wardrobe and unbuttoning my jacket. "I don't have a sentimental bone in my body." "Then why the book?" she asks, unzipping her dress. "It’s an asset," I lie smoothly. "First editions appreciate in value. It’s a better investment than that paperback trash you usually read. Put it in the safe if you want to protect the equity."

I'm rather surprised that I've gotten a good five hours sleep, I wonder how long Rhode 's been asleep for. I switch off the monitor again and pick up my e-reader from the holder next to my seat and explore the titles that I downloaded before the flight. I still can't believe I just have one of these now, and that I've taken back the credit card that Rhode gave me during our arrangement. I'm doing pretty okay with my finances at the moment, when Rhode and I were apart I picked up a lot of extra shifts at the bookstore in order to save money and ended up with a little nest egg. It's enough for me to survive after quitting to focus on school, but knowing the chaos that is my life I know somet

"I don't need a book. I'll just listen, so Mom doesn't have to pay for me. She has lots of bills and school fees." "Looks like we've got a group of budget-conscious readers here," Ivik said. He was obviously suppressing a laugh as he glanced at me, and back to the kids. "Well, it's always good to be mindful of our expenses. But don't worry, my service is free, so you can all enjoy the story without any worries about money."

At least I will have plenty to keep me occupied for the next month. As I step out of the bookstore and into the crisp morning air, I consider my options. Maybe I should stop coming to the store altogether. I could always ask the guys to have the books delivered to my apartment. It would not hurt to spend a little extra money on something that brings me joy. After all, I have not been spending much lately. The thought of splurging on myself feels almost foreign, but I know I deserve it.

Recently, however, I had been avoiding her as she was selling those absurd $30 coupon books as a fundraiser for the volleyball team, and I had already made a donation. On Sunday, I agreed to buy another one without a second thought. It was surreal remembering our encounter now, how she had suggested, even jokingly, that I buy a second one. Another $30 is gone. When she laughed and said maybe a third would come in handy, I had already fished the money out of my wallet and held it over the fence before she declined to take it awkwardly. Even in hindsight later that night as I flipped through one of my two coupon books, there had been a lingering sense that a third one might have been useful. A