The Price Of Time Novels & Stories

His voice came out sounding a lot less groggy than he thought it would. "An hour, Sir." The man responded, whispering the words. He met Cillian's gaze through the rear-view mirror and did a mini bow. "I apologize for not waking you up earlier. It's just," he hesitated, glancing in Bellatrix's direction. "You and the Madam looked so tired and both were enjoying the sleep so I..." He didn't get to finish his sentence, he didn't know what to say. He knew rich people valued their time very much. In fact, he'd heard stories that in the world of the affluent, time was more expensive than Money, because unlike the latter, time can not be earned back.

"FELLERS need no one except me and my employees. So, yes. I'm the one giving Maxzarroth a chance and not the other way round" Glancing down at my watch, I say. "20 minutes" Elias furrowed his brow, confused. "What?" "That's the amount of my time you've wasted" I clarified. "Time is money, Elias. You owe me 5 minutes worth of cash" Pushing a piece of paper towards him, I continued. "5 minutes is equivalent to $1,500. Transfer it to the account number on that paper" Swiping the paper from my hand, Elias squeezed it in rage. "You're crazy"

"I was actually thinking somewhere quieter. Maybe that coffee shop near the park? Less distractions." Vivian’s jaw tightened, and he could see the inner battle she was waging. If she said no, she’d look like she was making a big deal out of nothing. But if she said yes… "One hour. That’s it. And if I get the slightest hint that you’re wasting my time, this is over." Ethan grinned. "Wouldn’t dream of it."

He starts to slide his hands around my waist, like he might pull me down onto his lap and forget he has a business calm to take. So I reach my hand out and tap the phone screen, answering the call for him. “Hello?” An older man’s voice sounds through the speaker. Roman’s lips smile against mine. “Brat, you win,” he whispers, before letting me go and picking up the phone, and his face instantly becomes serious. I don’t fight my smile, because the one still on Roman’s face has my chest feeling lighter. Before I leave the office, I move to his desk. Finding a pen and a piece of paper, I write down that the price doubles after four hours.

He had said I was the most important person in his life and that he would always treat me well. How had he turned out like this? After spending two years pursuing Celine and finally securing her love, he prioritized her now and disregarded our precious bond as mother and son. But then, Celine had tried to kill me! She was practically a murderer in the making! Yet, Shawn seemed to care about nothing but the woman he had chased after for two years. To him, I was now dispensable. I tried to cry out and demand to make a phone call. But my tongue and lips were so damaged that my words were unintelligible.

“Which means I do not have the time to go back and forth with you. Eight million is my final price. Are you taking it or not?” Panic overtook his features. “What? Eight million?” Garrett spluttered. “You agreed on eight point seven a few weeks ago.” “And that offer has expired.” He was being silly. Any time I agreed on a price, he increased it. He was wasting my time on purpose and he knew damn well he wouldn’t get away with doing stupid shit like that. Then again he had someone backing him up; someone I was going to deal with as well. “Eight million dollars. Take it or leave it.”

As time went on, the advertising time for the auction was getting primer and primer. The host said, "The advertising time for the next auction is five seconds after the weather forecast of the national station." It was such a prime time. Jeremy had taken out his computer early to calculate how much Patrick could earn by advertising at this period and the price range he could afford. At this time, some small companies began to offer their bidding price, making the price soar to 4.2 billion dollars! If it were in the past, this price wouldn't be high. However, the market had been saturated in recent years. So everyone was calm about the price of doing advertisements.

Step by step, their greed, selfishness, ingratitude, and betrayal drive them to the edge. Kindness was a choice, a virtue. It was not an obligation, especially not for those who don’t deserve it. I often thought that if I hadn’t had that car, that office building, those connections like Mr. Parker, maybe the person digging through trash under the bridge that night would have been me. This world is never gentle. Sometimes, it’s cruel. This was my final lesson for Winnie and Noah. However, the tuition was steep. Too steep that they would pay for it with their lives.

"I'm sorry." Rupert burst into laughter, clearly in high spirits. "Good! Now check on your dying parents! The money will be transferred to your account shortly." Hearing this, I immediately got up and ran to the first-floor lobby to pay the fee, only to discover that only 20 dollars was deposited into my account. Just then, a message from Rupert came through. [They just have indigestion, so 20 dollars for some antacids should do the trick. Yet, you're asking for 2000 dollars? Are you trying to pocket the Prescott family's money? I'm not an idiot!]

Her voice shook with excitement. "This... this is century-old blood vine, the kind that grows only on sheer cliffs deep in the mountains. You can't buy this on the market. It's priceless!" Then she opened the bottle of salve, and her eyes nearly popped out. "Could this be... the black jade bone-mending salve lost for a century? My God, this purification technique, this potency..." Dr. Mercer suddenly looked up and stared at Mrs. Whitmore, asking urgently, "This half bottle of salve, plus these herbs, is worth at least three million!