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“This world is definitely underdeveloped” Mane sighed as he looked over the information he had been given. Dan arrived at his room only minutes ago to complete the final transfer. Yes, you heard right – final transfer. Mane assumed that the books were well compiled sources of information, but he was wrong. Sure they were called books just like in other worlds, but these so called books were just large sheets of paper bundled together and held by a very long string! The sheets weren’t light and crispy like what Mane was used to, rather they were hard and heavy and it was difficult to carry more than a few dozen at once. Dan delivered seven different bundles of these ‘books’. He had taken almo

This new version of her friend possessed a terrifying level of clarity. "The files are on your desk," Elnora said, watching her friend closely. "I didn't know if you’d want to dive right in. We have the quarterly audits, the merger disputes, and—" "I want everything," Robbin interrupted. She sat down, her movements fluid and economical. She didn't fidget with her pens. She didn't check her reflection. She opened the first folder and began to read. For Robbin, the "billions" weren't about the jewelry or the cars. They were about the distance they created between her and the world that had tried to kill her. Every zero in her bank account was another brick in the wall of her fortress.

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I pretended not to notice. Only an idiot would turn that down. Valerie walked over to me. "Give me your PayPal account." I had no idea what she was planning, but I obediently gave her the account number anyway. A few moments later, my phone chimed with a pleasant notification sound. [PayPal transfer received: 5,000,000 dollars.] I froze in shock. How much? Five million was an astronomical figure to someone like me. Valerie looked at me calmly. "If it's not enough, tell me and I'll send more."

[This is just a preview of the book, the rest of the history its not in this platform] I am aware that many would die to be in my position, in Vanessa Collins' position: married to the great millionaire Bill Allen, living surrounded by luxury and being a partner in a multi-million dollar company, but still, there is an emptiness in me that nothing can fill. Not even the greatest luxuries in the world can fill what I have lost and will never get back. I released an intense sigh as I watched my husband come downstairs for breakfast.

Most times, it was difficult to tell when she is cracking a joke and when she is being serious. “Mother.” Lisa pouted. “I have been busy.” She resumed walking into the building, ignoring the series of greetings that were thrown at her. “It is not easy to run a huge company.” “I know that. However, it is easier to make a grandchild, isn’t it?” Lisa paused. So, this is what the call was about. “I don’t know.” “Of course, you don’t. have you been trying at all?” Go ask your son and leave me the hell alone. “Of course, we have been trying; and having to run businesses and meetings, it is difficult, mother.”

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I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

" go away Cathy, the thought of staring at your face or hearing your voice make my day go from bad to worse. " " You cannot talk to your senior colleague like that. " Cathy hissed at Maisie. Maisie sighed as she dropped her hand on what she was trying to concentrate on " Cathy I can talk to my elders like that. There is no rule about it in the regulations and work ethics book I was given, and this is not a high school where you see yourself as queen bee and others will automatically follow your rules. It doesn't work like that in the real world, so you need to wake up. Also, probably grow up. " Maisie said to Cathy as she stared at Cathy with all the seriousness, she could muster so that Ca