The Price Of Time の小説・ストーリー

Where did this evil spawn come from? “We can’t lower the price. 400 gold per month wasn’t even enough. Based on the attraction value and the product alone, it should be more than 500 gold. We’re giving this because we have been doing business since forever. 400 or deal off.” Gunner stayed firm with his decision too. Conan exchanged a smile with Gunner. “Gosh.” Shadow had a headache. They planned this together. The presenter thought for a second. His eyes were moving disorientedly with his mouth muttering some incoherent sentence.

[Elena's POV] The air left my lungs. "Ten million? That's impossible! I borrowed five hundred dollars! And the medical bills, " "The penalty clauses in your contract are cumulative, piccola," Noah cut me off, his eyes never leaving Adrian's face, enjoying the shock he saw there. "But the real cost?" Noah checked his watch, a Patek Philippe that probably cost more than Adrian's entire life earnings. "My time generates roughly fifty thousand dollars a minute," Noah said, his voice silky and arrogant. "You wasted three hours of it today with this little chase. Do the math."

She wore a triumphant grin and whispered with a hint of mystery, "After tonight, I'll be rolling in dough. "Think of that 10,000 dollars as only cash burned to dodge a bullet. No big deal."

With a measured nod, he replied, "Did I?" "You were working with Rossetti all this time," I whispered, anger seeping into my voice. "I partnered with him for the money," Jean said, a glint of pride in his eyes. “Besides, you'd be surprised how much selling off children would get you.” He laughed after that. "You sold children into darkness," I pressed, disgust thickening in my tone. All those times he took my money and hit me and he was trading children. "I only arranged transportation," he corrected, his voice devoid of remorse.

It had all come with the ring. And yet… even now… Even knowing all she knew… She would still sign her name beside his. Because that was the price of the name Avancii. And she would pay it. A thousand times over.

Her casual outfit only made it worse, making everything look like a secret relationship. "This is insane—" she started to say, but her phone buzzed with messages. Friends from college, business contacts, even family members she hadn't talked to in years were all congratulating her on a relationship that wasn't real. Freya was lost of words, still trying to process the whole situation within. "There's more," Lena said, scrolling down. "The stock market's blowing up." Everyone thinks this is some kind of corporate merger strategy.” Hart Enterprises' stock had jumped 15% before the market even opened. Business news channels were already talking about a possible merger between the companies.

“I need to delay the delivery of a laptop ordered under the name Anna Valerian.” “I’m sorry, sir, but—” “I’ll pay double the price.” There was a pause. “We need an order number to make any changes—” “Look,” I cut in, lowering my voice, “it’s urgent. Just tell the delivery team to hold the order for three or four. I’ll make it worth your while.” Silence. Then, “Two days.” “Fine.” I wired the money immediately. Now, I had bought myself time. By the time she got that laptop, she wouldn’t be thinking about signing those papers.

“Well, this is what we are going to do. If we reduce prices by a significant amount for these parties that buy our products, against the other competitors, we will have a much lower price. Considering the American economy, things are only going to get more expensive and the average income of an average American is about 40,000 per year. Therefore, reducing the prices of our products for a short time, might include some sort of loss but it is a risk that is worth it as in the long run, these average Americans would rather switch to the cheaper options than the more expensive ones.” There was a collective nod around the room. Even Nathan had perked up a little bit. I felt a warm fuzzy feeling

How he smiles up at me brimming with affection and faith, like I'm his entire universe. How I count time by the moments I spend with him. My throat tightens. Time. Not cash, not rank—time stands as the most precious thing on earth. A watch. Not just a pricey item, not just an add-on, but something meaningful. I straighten up, my heart racing. "A watch," I whisper, the concept forming so in my mind it almost takes my breath away. Adrian lifts an eyebrow. "A watch?" I nod, my fingers already want my pencil. "Not just any watch—a design that shows time. Time you spend with important people. Time you can't get back or replace." My voice grows louder as the idea forms in my head.