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" Talia advise. I don't find what she said offensive because she was right we need to spend as little as we can afford our budget is very low at this point scratch that we don't even have a budget at this period we have to do away with the things that are too big for example the house and the expensive cars in the garage. I walked around the car and opened the trunk "you are right I'm going to talk to my mum about it but before doing that I have to get you inside and feed you before you faint on me." She laughed and shook her head. "Indeed." When working inside the house mum was sitting down so the living room with her laptop on her lap. "Hi Mom, when did you get back I thought you said you'

“Noel, I know this is hard. I will also write down my bills and what I spend roughly a month. I have a possible plan brewing in my head, it just helps me to see it on paper is all.” I still do not understand where Jax is going with this, but I decided since he is going to do it as well, that I will play along. I give him a sheet of paper and I take one for myself. The first couple of bills are easy for me because they are bills like rent which does not fluctuate on a monthly basis. It takes me about half and hour to put everything that I can remember down on the paper as well as the closest amounts that I can. Jax motions for my paper and he holds it up next to his as if he is doing some wei

“Aside from everything else, it cannot complicate things any further than it already has.” I nodded, looking up at him. “Then… I suppose you shouldn’t keep looking at me like that.” He chuckled. “Granted.” He reached back and grabbed the page he’d been working on. “This is an estimated budget I put together. Tell me what you think.” I took the page and my jaw dropped at the total. “It should be more than enough to keep you comfortable. Food, clothing, housing, security—” “It’s too much,” I cut in, handing the paper back to him. “I’m not Vivian.”

"Nothing in return? Uncle, she planned it all! She got billions! That was the return!" "She got those billions because that is what your father wanted! Because out of everyone in this world, she was the only one who was faithful!" Roberto approached and pointed at Henry’s chest. "Listen to me, Henry. If you continue this beastly behavior toward that woman, you won't just lose shares. You'll lose a Godfather, too. Fix yourself before you are completely consumed by the darkness in your heart."

I asked and he nodded. “Yes, go to that cabinet and take the laptop that is there.” I did as he said, and handed him the laptop. He placed his thumb in the scanner, unlocking it. “OK, here are the monthly budgets for all the packs' essential activities. And here are the actual expenses that happened during the month. I need you to cross information to see which areas went under or over budget during the month.” I nodded. He trusted me with some major issues about the pack and very sensitive and confidential information. I needed to be very careful running the information for him. I was completely immersed in the numbers when I heard him mumble…

I pay for all the groceries in the house, any repairs that we might need, car insurance, and anything else that might happen. "So you run this house?" He shakes his head. "Not, I just pay for most of the stuff since I do make the most. My mom runs this house with cleaning, cooking, decorations, anything like that." Do you have to pay for packing stuff? "No, we have budgets for that. We have an annual budget that if we go past, then it'll come out of our pockets if we need anything. We have other budgets, but that can get boring so we don't have to talk about that" he tells me, walking back into the room with me following him.

"Walk me through the numbers." She exhales, almost laughing. "I knew you were going to say that." "I was trying not to." "I could tell." She reaches into her bag and pulls out a worn notebook, its corners softened from being carried everywhere. Loose sheets slide halfway out before she catches them. Pencil sketches crowd the margins beside budgets and fabric calculations, arrows connecting ideas she'd clearly been rearranging for days. "I don't have everything." "You don't need everything." "I have estimates." "That's enough to start."

She corrected two spelling mistakes in the brochure copy and moved one sentence, so it sounded less like pity and more like purpose. At five-thirty, she checked her account. Her stomach tightened. Bills had not paused because Randy existed. Her father’s electric arrears were still there. Her rent due in ten days. Her aunt’s medications would still be unpurchased if she didn’t act. Winnie, perched opposite her, said softly, “Say it.” Freeda’s eyes stayed on the spreadsheet. “What?” “You’re counting money in your head.” She looked up. “I’m counting everything.”