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To win votes for the school's annual honors award, my stingy roommate picked rotten fruit out of the trash and made it into fruit cups for our classmates. The moment I found out, I rushed to stop them from eating it. Instead, they accused me of being jealous and tore into me for trying to ruin their chances. That very night, they were rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning. Afterward, my roommate framed me, claiming I had deliberately poisoned the fruit because I did not want her to win the school honors award. She even hid a bottle of pesticide in my locker and convinced our other two roommates to lie for her. With no way to prove my innocence, I became the target of furious

After being diagnosed with heart failure, my adopted sister, Michelle Langley, and I are both hospitalized. But there is only one spot for a heart transplant. For three whole months, Michelle and I fight for that one chance of survival. A video of me confronting my parents in the hospital corridor over their favoritism toward Michelle is posted online. Everyone sees me as selfish and vicious, claiming that I'm willing to disregard family ties just to stay alive. The day before my surgery, my older brother, Dante Stone, comes to my hospital room. He stands in the doorway, looking visibly impatient. "Michelle is just 20 years old. Her life has just started. You've been sickly since you we

] [You may cancel the trade at any time during the 48-hour window. [Accept trial run?] [Yes/No] I thought about it for a moment. Then I still tapped Yes.

I pulled it out, hoping against hope it was a text from the penthouse. Nothing. Just another automated market alert. ZIM down 4.2%. I shoved it back in my jeans, my chest tightening as I looked at my reflection in the dark glass. I was fighting for my life up here, throwing away millions of dollars of prime real estate just to keep my hands clean for Sierra.

“I do want soda. It makes me a little sick, but I don’t vomit when I drink it, and since it tastes so good it’s worth it. I’m not uncomfortable with the mate thing; honestly, I don’t think I understand it well enough to be uncomfortable with it at this point.” “You know, there’s this handy dandy document on your phone called the mate manual,” Zed remarked. “It’s on mine too. Maybe you should read it.” “Is there an audiobook?” I checked. “I can make one.” A grin stretched my lips. I wouldn’t mind hearing his gorgeous voice reading anything at all. “Alright, when we swap seats, you can read me the damn mate manual.” He lifted a fist in the air, like a sarcastic fist-pump almost.

"I execute the trades. That is all I do." "You bought a dead rare-earth mine for one hundred and ten million dollars," Aziel said, his voice dropping an octave. "You intentionally overpaid by thirty million just to lock my conglomerate out. That isn't an investment. That is an act of war. Give me her name, Theodore. Before I let my men break every finger on your right hand." I leaned closer to my laptop. I had to intervene before Aziel crippled him. "Theodore," I whispered into my microphone, knowing only he could hear me. "Take a deep breath. Recite the script exactly as I say. Do not waver."

A pillar of water shot skyward like a firework. Underwater, something flipped inside Takuto. It was as if diving had reset his brain. His arms flailed forward—not with grace, but with frantic determination. His strokes were chaotic. His breathing was erratic. But there was rhythm, too—a manic, money-flavored rhythm. “Buy! Sell! Hedge the futures!” Each stroke was accompanied by a shout. “Dow Jones! Glub. Nikkei! Glub glub...! P/E ratio!” Someone watching whispered, “Is he swimming... or pitching an IPO to Morgan Stanley?”

Just as he was about to suggest seven billion dollars, Azure spoke up, “How about this? I’ll trade your Global Traders Hotel with the cigarette you’re smoking right now.” ‘What?’

I replied, closing the massive volume titled Global Finance with a deliberate, slow click. Cedron glanced at the heavy gold lettering on the cover, shaking his head with a patronizing chuckle. "This text contains advanced territory metrics that remain entirely useless to your station, boy. A trench stray has zero operational requirement to master high-tier trade loops. Next winter, my vanguard will locate a simplified manual more appropriate for your mind."

Josh's breaths were fading fast, and I was on the edge of giving up. Then I heard that familiar voice: "I'll sign."