Alex jumped into the bath so fast he almost broke his neck. ZOOM. He scrubbed everything like a total maniac, then brushed his teeth so hard his gums almost bled. He had to be minty fresh.

Then, he went to his closet and put on something good. No, not just good, something awesome.

A suit.

A full-on, black-as-night, fancy-guy suit. The kind of suit you see in movies right before a billionaire goes to a meeting to buy, like, a whole country or something. He felt rich.

"After all," he said to himself in a low, cool voice, "I am gonna be a millionaire... like, right now."

He whistled a little hummy-tune as he slicked back his sexy blonde hair with some gel. Then he took a long, hard look at himself in the giant mirror.

"Man... I totally changed," he whispered, amazed. "I went from looking like some random jerky 'NTR villain' dude... and now... now I look like a mafia boss. A super hot one." He posed. "Now that's what I call progression! Hey, system, you there? How do I look? Be honest."

Alex turned his head left. Then he turned his head right. He had also shaved off all the little stubble hairs on his chin. He had to look perfect. Totally clean. Like a boss.

[Splendod, boss. Now you don't look homeless anymore.]

"..."

Alex's face went totally blank. He just chose to ignore the system's stupid comment. He wasn't homeless! He was just... pre-rich.

And hey, even if he was homeless, who cares? In just a few hours, he was going to be the guy who owned, like, half of this entire street. So the system could just shut its non-existent mouth.

He took a big, deep breath, making sure everything was alright. Tie? Straight. Fly? Zipped. Perfect.

He looked over at the table. There it was. The new love of his life. His new soulmate. The beautiful, wonderful, amazing white paper cheque. It was just sitting there, all neat and perfect and waiting for him.

A giant, stupid grin spread across his face.

"It's time, baby," he whispered to the cheque. "Let's go cashing and become a MILLIONIARE!"

...

Alex stared at the clock on the wall. It was nine a.m. On the dot.

It took him a whole hour to get ready. A full sixty minutes! "Man," he thought.

Well, okay, to be fair, half of that hour... like, thirty whole minutes... was "wasted" on his stepmother. But that wasn't really a waste. That was so worth it. Totally. Every single hot second of it was worth it. He grinned just thinking about it.

But now it was already time to go. Business time! He checked the math in his head. It would take him half an hour to walk to the bank. Ugh. Walking! Like some kind of normal person! That was thirty minutes of his life just... gone. Wasted! What a drag.

"Man, I swear to god," he muttered out loud, "the line at the bank better not be long. I hate lines!" Lines were for poor people. And he wasn't going to be poor for much longer!

With that awesome thought, he grabbed his precious, precious cheque. He didn't just put it in his pocket. No way. He stuffed it. He jammed it deep, deep down inside his new suit pants pocket.

And just like yesterday, his whole hand went right in there with it.

He was clutching that piece of paper so tight inside his pocket, right up against his leg. His knuckles were probably white. He was never letting this baby go. No way. Not for a second. Someone would have to cut his whole hand off to get this cheque.

He strutted out of his house, feeling like a king, and stepped right out onto the busy, noisy street.

BAM! All the sounds hit him at once. People yelling, cars honking, business stuff happening. It was loud. He took a big, deep breath of the kinda-dirty city air.

And he grinned. "It's nice." This was the smell of money.

He had this huge, smug grin on his face as he looked at all the poor, pathetic souls rushing around him. They were all trying to go super fast, running like little hamsters... rushing to their "slaughter house."

A.K.A, their jobs! LOL.

He almost laughed. Like, who would want to live that life? A stupid, boring life of nothing but 'work' and 'home' and 'work' and 'home.' Over and over. Soooo boring! There was no fun in the middle. No fun at all! Working is not fun. Working SUCKED.

The real fun... the best fun... is getting super rich without doing anything! Zero work!

That was his whole goal in life! His destiny! To get rich as FUCK.

And then, after he was rolling in giant piles of cash, he could have all the women he likes. Any woman. Hot ones, stacked ones, all of them. They would be lining up just to talk to him. It was really, really simple!

Money = Women. Easy math.

He actually smiled, like he was a nice guy, at a tiny little dwarf who was running for his life. The little guy was trying so hard to go fast, pumping his tiny, stubby legs as fast as they could go. It was honestly hilarious to watch.

The bus station was way over on the other side of the busy street. If that little dude and all the other wage-slaves didn't hurry up, they were totally gonna miss the bus.

Alex laughed to himself. It didn't even matter! There were tons of buses. Another one would come in like five minutes. This street was a main line right to the capital. These idiots were running for nothing.

"Suckers," he thought, his hand still tight on the cheque in his pocket. He wasn't running.

He was walking. Like a boss.

But... he only got to take, like, ten steps.

Ten glorious, rich-guy steps... before his eyes locked on with someone who was standing right in his path.

And just like that, Alex stopped. Dead.

There she was....

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