Time Is Money Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Charlie shook his head and said, “Profit is not the most important thing. How we can solve our immediate needs is the most important thing.” With that said, Charlie said again, “Our biggest pain at present is that we are short of time. Not to mention a year or a month, but even if it is a day or an hour, we have to try our best to fight for it. Time is far more important than money.”

My voice was low but steady, as I walked towards him. “Now you owe me. Not just for my money, but also for the insult.” Xavier leaned against a steel support beam. He watched with a lazy interest. He was my best friend, he was also a billionaire and also ran his own empire in the mafia world. We worked together, and we believed we controlled everything because that’s the truth. He expressed it with charm, and I expressed it with silence. “Time is a currency,” my voice was calm, echoing in the empty space. “and you spent yours.”

she asked staring at him. "Time is a luxury we can't afford, fifteen minutes before the offer expires." "What!"

Frank seemed to notice that immediately, because instead of pressing the advantage, he continued in the same calm, matter-of-fact tone he had been using all night, as though he were merely pointing out something that had been obvious from the beginning. “If you're capable of seeing how much Julian has done for you, then you should also be capable of seeing how much he loves you, because despite what people like to believe, the real measure of a man's feelings has never been how much money he's willing to spend on someone. Money is easy for people who have it. Money can be replaced. Money can be earned back. What actually matters is how much time he's willing to sacrifice, because time is the

After seeing Gold shake his head no, Kolya goes on to tell the celebrity the reason behind all of this. "It's because the definition of success is often misunderstood. Time is relative, but success is absolute. You can't go around telling people that they failed in life just because they didn't match your achievements. My Time is like that. You can go on with your own pace. You're not too old or too young to pursue what makes you happy." Gold became a famous artist at a very young age. His net worth is already around sixty to sixty five million dollars. He can actually stop working if he wants to. The money in his bank account is more than enough to keep him going until he dies.

"I don't want your money—" "It's not about the money!" The words exploded out of him, loud enough to echo off the high ceilings, raw enough to strip away every carefully constructed layer. "It's never been about the money, Maya. It's about the fact that I spent thirty-eight years building walls, and you walked through them like they were made of paper. It's about the fact that I wake up in an empty bed in a penthouse worth twenty million dollars, and all I can think about is the way you looked at sunrise with your hair spread across my pillow." Silence crashed over the foyer like a wave.

“5 million. And you've got just 24 hours. Don't keep me fucking waiting.” “What?!” Hot tears clouded my eyes immediately. “You know that's such a short amount of time to gather such money. Give me a week or three days. Please. I beg you.” “I don't have that much time to give to you. I need my money and you've got just 24 hours. It already started ticking.” “Please, I beg you. I just need a few more days. I promise, I'll send you the money. Please.” “Then will you do it? Will you come to me? If you do, I'm not gonna ask for the cash anymore.”

Look at me now, I'm so miserable just by overthinking things. I can't even make myself realize that we only have a week left. After this, we'll need to work on the time machine. Dad told me that he has an old one and will just fix it for a month and that's not even for us to stay that long because in that whole month, we will keep ourselves busy with the time machine and deprive ourselves of the happiness that we experienced and we'll surely miss.

The sun is setting and it basking the city in its glorious golden glow. A quick glance at the time updated me on how late it is. After a series of meetings today I spent the rest of the day behind a mountain of files. "Ggggrrhh" The deskphone let out a shrill cry, jolting me back to reality. "Yeah?" I called into the phone bored. "Sir?" "what do you have to say?" I asked impatiently but a bad intuition creeps up on my mind. The person on the other end is the special bodyguard I assign to watch over Grace.

“Four millions dollars is not a small sum. You have to give me time to raise it.” “We already gave you a few months to raise the money. I don’t believe that till now, you have not managed to raise the money.” Wallace said. My face darkened. I was angry and anxious. “Oh please. You are talking about $4 million not $400. Who will keep that much money at home? Besides, if I transfer $4 million from my account at once, and my husband finds out, what should I do?” Wallace pinched my butt and chuckled. “You will have a way, we will believe you? Hurry up and transferred the money! For old time’s sake, we have already given you time! You can’t keep trying to freak us.”