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I discovered that I can predict what will happen, what has happened, and what is happening in another part of the world. Because of hate, I used all those powers to steal the trade secrets of all business tycoons in the world, and I became one of the youngest billionaires of the country. I became Mr. Timber of social media. Yes, because I need to trick the people from thinking differently about me, and my riches.

Although it felt strange talking to him like this, saying words without a single yell from him, he couldn’t even whisper. “I moved that money because I needed to handle certain business. It’s just business, Dad, just like you would say, but some businesses are secrets that shouldn’t be told.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Maybe I am like you after all, Dad. You ran this empire like a fortress, doing everything that needed to be done. And that is exactly the blueprint I’m following.” I sighed. “I’m going to wear the crown if it means I lose myself to get it.”

"Give me one real, solid, unrehearsed reason why I should let you work for me.” “Because,” she said, choosing each word carefully, "You're a shark, Reagan, and sharks only see what's in front of them, the kill. You’re so focused on the patents that you’re going to miss the human element. Everyone in this building is terrified of you. They see the CEO, the legend, the untouchable billionaire. They’ll tell you what you want to hear because they want to keep their six-figure salaries. You need someone who can sit in those 'boring' administrative meetings and hear what they aren't saying."

I could swear she was lying. “ Who isn’t? I am a billionaire; my inheritance never stops growing," I announced proudly, puffing out my chest. She seemed somewhat mocking, but didn’t show anything. “ Still, not all the money in the world has made any woman stay by my side with this face," I thought victoriously, knowing she wouldn't be able to endure it.

He said while he let go of the ribbon holding the brown paper that was used to cover the cheque face reveling Thirty million dollars boldly written with his signature on it also. If this is a dream, I don't want to ever wake . I thought pinching myself to be sure of what I saw. I felt the pain making me realize this is not a dream but my reality, am a millionaire already. From nothing to a millionaire, God am grateful. I thought shaking his hand ad the photographer did his job including Maxwell featuring. "That's not all Mrs stone, am sure you are happy and excited but I still have more coming." He said while one of his bodyguard brought out three different award pushing them where the light

Another reminder of that emptiness. “Millionaires these days,” I grin, redirecting my mind. “So poor they can’t even afford the nice security system.” “Cutting corners is how millionaires become millionaires.” “Hey now,” I want to look at him, but I can’t peel my eyes from the screen, trying to read their lips. “Not all millionaires climb to the top on the backs of others.” “You and Az can hardly say you’re anything more than commonfolk,” that pulled a real laugh from me. “Your disposal money is filtered into anywhere but your pocket.”

~017 The Takeover Begins --- For the first time in weeks, Xavier didn't start his morning at the office. He started it in silence. Standing barefoot in his penthouse, staring out at the Paris skyline, coffee untouched in his hand. His father once said: > "A real man builds his empire in silence-then watches the world beg for access." But Lucien hadn't come for access. He'd come to burn it all down. And Xavier could feel the fire rising.

I turn down a dream research program at Hefford University just so I can stay and help my debt-ridden boyfriend run a burger stand. This time, he says he's serious. I give him all the money I've saved up over the years, hoping we can build a better future together. A few hours later, I discover he's forgotten two hundred dollars in the drawer. I grab the money and run out, hoping to catch him. What I catch is a scene straight out of a corny movie. The loan sharks who used to beat and threaten him are now bowing and nodding deferentially.

"Eleanor Vance. She will definitely be in something absurdly feathered. Tech venture capital. She hates small talk but ask her about quantum computing and she will talk for twenty minutes.“ This went on for the next ten minutes, it was a roll call of billionaires and Royalty. He knew each and everyone’s net worth, their divorce settlements and even their secret addictions and I didn’t know if that was him being a business man or just being nosy. "How can you know all this?" I asked my voice a low whisper and tho I didn’t expect an answer he replied. "Because the people who shout their names from the rooftops are the ones who still need you to know who they are," he said, not looking up. "Tru

What am I doing? And this is not about Richard, by the way. It’s absolutely unrelated. It’s simply my life. I need … I don’t know. A new direction. A different energy. There’s a book lying on a nearby chair and I reach for it. It’s called The Reverse Principle: Change Your Business Strategy Forever, and 10 million copies sold!! is stamped across the cover.