The Cap On This App の小説・ストーリー

She spoke only of her child. Motherhood had softened her. At the end of the year, Clayton was released. Prison had broken him. He looked older, walked with a limp, and two fingers on his right hand were gone. He came to my studio asking to see me. I stood with security guards nearby as he faced me with a hollow smile. “Wendy, are you satisfied now? “I’ve fallen this far. Doesn’t that count as an apology?” I looked at him coolly. “So, even now, you still think I destroyed you?

George responded, “It’s for the restaurants. Plus, we could also build some houses nearby. They’ll have a view of Crystal Lake from the window. These houses are going to sell like crazy.” Stephen was stunned. Why had he not thought of that? They could sell houses! With that, he quickly pulled up the current property prices in Celestial City. “Ethan set a price cap on the real estate in Celestial City to no more than 15 thousand dollars per square meter, and each household is limited to owning only two properties.” Stephen frowned. “Isn’t that ridiculous? Why sit on this gold mine and do nothing with it?” He could understand if houses in the suburbs were priced that low, but in the city cente

Cool transferred his gaze to me and I gave a cold stare. "In my opinion, there are two steps to doing this and these steps are restriction of daily data usage, and restriction of hours on the app." He paused to catch his breath. "You can do this by restricting the data in the sense that you could programme the app to a daily data usage of one gigabyte I guess this would help reduce the addiction and we can also programme the app to be used for only five hours a day. I guess it would help in reducing the addiction." A sigh of relief escaped the nostrils of Cole as he spoke and he sat down with an expressionless face.

’ Mary asked. ‘Well since our lovely Eira wants to forever carry children for strangers, I found the perfect app for it.’ Eira scoffed giving them a pointed look. ‘What app?’ Fatima asked placing her chin on Bushra’s shoulder. ‘It’s called a Surrogate App, you just fill in your bio with your surrogacy history and they help you find a client. Sort of like a dating app, the only difference is that you wait for them to message you first inquiring about it. Then you set up a meeting, and well the rest goes from there.’ Bushra explained. And, so began the fascination for the app. She was able to create an account and fill in the most important details, and even added a few pictures of herself. It

Ryan holds the ravenette's palm, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze, "Now, they are our only clients, in your words, our only assets. If LOVESICK is truly only heals 'sick' people, name it a therapy programme not dating application, please. We can't respect our users' sentiments now? We are not going to make any profit at all." Ethan remains silent, completely silent— observing the brunette from a close proximity, the closest in fact; it had been too long that Ethan had observed someone so closely. "Sir?" Ethan breaks the eerie silence, turning towards his overseer, "What do you think?" "I don't want to believe or admit it. But, this time, you are lucky," Ethan narrows his eyes with a sm

"God, I wish I was you right now." Angie says joining me in my lab. I smile looking at her, silently wishing I wasn't myself right now. "Why aren't you as excited as I am for you?" She asks sitting down. "I'm excited." I say lying. "No you're not. Alexis you should be proud of yourself, your billion dollar stem cell research works!" Angie says. Technically the 3 stages of the trial has worked so far, we have a success rate of 98%. Well nothing is a complete 100% in science but that’s beside the point, the research I’ve slaved away doing all my adult life works and I should be happy, excited and celebrating but other things have been on my mind.

Hooking the back of the collar to the backrest of her special chair, London tested how much movement she could make with the new restraint. “It’s not cuffing into my neck, although pulling too hard at it could restrict my breathing. Turning my neck is possible but moving away from this range of motion is impossible. This could be your kinkier solution for anyone who works at a desk and has terrible sitting posture. It’s a good chance to use my special code before it expires.” The prompt to use the discount code made many audiences protest at the blatant marketing. However, London shut them up quickly by enabling the tip jar and side camera. The app started counting down, and London could fee

Angela called her over, "I have developed this app." Angela sat there, showing her the app. Nicole was amazed, “do you realize how much money this app can bring in?" "I know, and im having it go live. It will be available on Microsoft, iOS, and Android." "You can save thousands of lives with this app." "Have you decided if you will make users pay for it, or will you monetize this app?" "A subscription amount of $1 a million users equals a million $1." "With all these scams, will you trust this application?"

app is a subscription platform for exclusive and explicit sexual content, only for those over +18. VIP customers of the app have no limits and fewer restrictions. For Alexandra, being part of the app is a juicy new income, as she will be able to pay for the house she has always dreamed of, tricking her aunt into thinking that she is paying monthly rent to live in a huge mansion on a saleswoman's salary.