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During dinner, my billionaire son suddenly asked, “Why haven’t you moved into the $850,000 house I bought you?” – I went numb and answered, “I’ve never received any house,” the whole table turned to look at my “most thoughtful” daughter, her face went pale as she bolted, her Prada bag crashed to the floor, spilling out bright red documents… and from that moment on, every text message, every sound inside that “stolen house” made her think her father had turned into… something else.
The vice president’s daughter sneered, pointing straight at my hand in the packed meeting room: “A ring from Goodwill, huh? So cute, looks like a toy that fell out of a 25-cent gumball machine”, Twenty people burst out laughing – three hours later, the billionaire client took one look at it, went pale, his voice shaking as he asked, “Who gave you that ring?”, then turned to the leadership and said one sentence that left the whole company dead silent.
“What did you do with the $200,000,” the question rang out between candles and wineglasses, my brother’s smile faded, I opened a secret folder, and a celebratory dinner suddenly veered off course.