Time Is Money Wallpaper Novels & Stories

But even then, he warned me with a dark look. "The moment you lose your scholarship, you'll drop out and get married. The younger you are, the more value you have! If I sell you off early, the wedding gift will be higher!"

I swiped away the notification bar and focused more on my wallpaper, trying very hard not to drool over the hind view of my demon boss. Of course he hadn't tried to contact me since I left his estate and even if that was the way it was supposed to be, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness every time I looked at the weird image he decided to set as my wallpaper. It is for the best Mokun. You don't want to complicate things further. Sigh. My eyes flicked to the display of the time. It read 2:24pm and I hadn't taken breakfast.

“Mia, work ran late. I’m sorry. I can’t make it home for dinner. I’ll bring home your favorite mango mousse cake, okay?” I stared at the message for a moment and then typed back: “There’s no need. Be good to Summer. I wish you both happiness for the rest of your lives.” With that, I shut off my phone and boarded the flight. Half an hour later, Lucien was still at dinner with Summer, unaware of my message until his phone rang. It was his assistant. “Alpha Lucien,” the voice said, tense. “There’s been a plane crash. One of the evening flights just went down.”

Gosh, I had a long and tiring day today, and I seriously don't have the energy, to overthink about the private messages. I let out a sigh as I throw myself on the couch, finally resting my feet. I glance down at them, to notice a bit of swelling on them, which makes sense, after I had done a lot today. I had gone to a few interviews today and continued, sending out my CV. I think I've taken a much longer break, when I'd been cooped up in my apartment and hidden in my bed covers. I knew that I needed to finally wake up and make decisions for my life. I also need money, because very soon, I might be running out.

“Let’s just say I am tired of hearing you guys argue about what you like or not all day. I don’t want to return to work on Monday. I want this weekend to last forever.” “Trust me, I feel you. Maddison on the other side doesn’t have to work for shit. How nice. No wonder she loves the summer.” “Come on, Clara. It’s not like you work too.” Maddison rolled her eyes. “But I do, I am a proud florist. It’s not much but I make an income.” “I make an income too. By tolerating my parents and their life of drama.” Maddison sighed. “Our parents all have drama written across their foreheads.”

Jane stabilized her emotions before reassuring her: "Maya, calm down. The email said we have to send 10 million dollars to that account within 24 hours, so they're for money, Just give them the money then! A problem that can be solved with money isn't a problem at all!" Maya replied irritably "10 million dollars in a day! Where am I supposed to get that much cash?” Although she earned a lot of money, she spent a lot of it. She had to Keep up

I said in a low tone. He huffed, “I have told you, this world is vicious, if you want to make some money, you have to spend a few bucks,” he said in a cocky tone. I nodded to his words, “Well, if that is the case, I guess you have to start spending your money, maybe you will understand the real concept of money and time,” I hissed.

He said to himself hugging the envelope of money as his life depended on it. “You know I have a share of that money right?" his wife asked. Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Money money money money, MONEY Some people got to have it Hey, Hey, Hey - some people really need it Hey, listen to me, y'all do thangs, do thangs, do thangs - bad things with it Well, you wanna do thangs, do thangs, do thangs -

“Point blank. You get points for that.” “Time is money, Marx,” she replied without hesitating for as much as a second. “I thought you of all people knew that.” My dick twitched. This girl did stuff to me, even from all the way across my desk. She was a challenge. A girl who gave as good as she got and didn’t pull any punches doing it. “You’re right,” I said. “Time is money. And no, there isn’t going to be any awkwardness between us. No reason for there to be any, is there? Nothing happened.”