Time Is Money Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Elliona says proudly accompanied by a sip of her cold chocolate Clara turns her eyeballs and sees her best friend again showing her the bad side of money, money, and money. "Money.. Money... and more money. Again- again you're crazy of whealth.." "15% of stock in Luxury Gold Corporation will be mine" cut Elliona quickly "DON'T GO CRAZY?" Clara sreams tightly making almost all visitors in the café stare at them. "Sstt! Slow down a little bit of your voice Clara Jane. You're embarrassing me huh, damn it". Elliona can only smile clumsily at other visitors

An invisible force clenched my heart in a merciless grip. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead like raindrops. Every tick of the clock hammered against my chest, each second a tormenting reminder of the passing time. I picked up the paper card with trembling hands, my lips quivering as I forced myself to speak. "There's still time," I said, my voice shaky but desperate. "We're withdrawing money from different banks. The amount you're asking for is too much—it takes time to gather it all."

We are still silent and still as CJ continues talking. "And I've said this before... Time is really expensive. Fuck! Time is expensive. Even a billionaire can't afford time let alone buy it. Money... You can lose ten billion dollars and find a way to recover it but time... When an hour is gone, it's gone. You can't get that back! " He's talking a lot of sense and it's funny how he's not angry at me after all the lies they told him I said. "If this happens again... " CJ pauses. "If you come to my office to waste my time, I will fire each one of you without a second thought. "

Densely packed financial statements, bank transfers, asset transfers, and shipping lane and dock transfer documents rolled past one by one. The entire crowd watched in dead silence, not daring to blink. Martin was completely dumbfounded, his mouth hanging wide open in shock. Because beneath all of those documents, in the most prominent position possible, was my name on every single line. I looked at Martin's reaction with satisfaction and snapped my fingers. The screen shifted once again. In the report, a single line of text was exceptionally glaring. [Martin's current assets: 0 dollars [Current total debt exceeds one billion dollars.]

Alfi asked. “Don’t worry, a year here is a second in the real world,” Arz said. “Do you think it’s the Hyperbolic Time Chamber of Dragon Ball?!” Alfi exclaimed upset. “Nope, even you can set the time currency to 1 second to a year, a decade, or even a century! And, if you purchase a VIP membership, you will get a very limited customizable waifu Gatebox series for only Rp.150.000,00! (around $11)” Arz exclaimed eagerly.

Time to claim this too. '

The man who'd taught me my first lessons about betrayal. He stood in the doorway like some corporate grim reaper, his bespoke gray suit probably worth more than what most of my employees made in a month. Everything about him screamed old money, old power. From his perfectly polished Oxford shoes to the subtle platinum glint of his watch a Patek Philippe, if I wasn't mistaken. The same brand he'd given me for my fourteenth birthday, before everything went to hell. *"Remember, Max,"* his voice echoed from the past, *"time is the only true currency in our world. And timing..."* He'd tapped the watch face with a manicured finger, *"timing is everything."*

Vivian's heart pounded against her ribcage and underneath her chest; she was anticipating something really exciting. "I am a messenger, and I have the power to grant you the ability to manipulate anyone and everyone to be under your control. You will get what you want and when you want it. Those who despised and humiliated you will eventually bow down to you in adulation, but be warned: having the entire world subservient to you comes at a cost. If you consider the power that you will soon wield, the modest price that you are paying for it is hardly even worth it."

He will know it sooner or later. Grabbing a glass of apple juice, I walk to the corner of the room. Lots of people are enjoying their own time. There is no time for them to mind other people's business. It somehow feels great. Rich people are ready to utilise their time, talking about their own business and outcomes instead of gossiping like they do in dramas. In their lives, time is money. I sigh sipping the juice when I notice a silhouette falling on the floor. A person with black high heels approaches me silently...

Then she answered, "For a werewolf like Blake, time, instead of money, is most precious. If he makes time for you, he's definitely attracted to you." "Time?" I didn't follow. Everyone had time. Moreover, everyone had 24 hours a day at their disposal. How could time be the benchmark for Blake's feelings? "Try to think of it this way. Time is money for him, which is worth more than anyone else's. If he is willing to spend time with you, it means that in his heart, you are more important than money and work. Then it's a sign that he loves you," Melinda said.