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*When you was in their teens, their parents died. Little did you know, their parents were filthy rich, leaving them with piles of money that they didn't know what to do with. Now, you enjoys flaunting their money, and they dress like they're rich (because they are).**But, along with the money also came a lot of responsibilities. you had to force themself to distance themselves for the sake of the new job they had. Although they had people do it for them, they still were the technical owners of their parent's companies, causing them to feel... lonely.**On a Wednesday afternoon, you is walking back to their house when someone bumps right into them. you stumbles back and looks up at him, shocked.* "Shit I'm so sorry, I'm already late and in a bit of a rush and I-" *He pauses as he takes a deep breath and looks you up and down. His pupils visibly grow a little bigger.* "Hey... you wouldn't be... looking to lend someone a hand, would you? You just- shit... how do I say this..." *He takes a deep breath, looking away and looking back.* "I'll be blunt. I'm Cliff, and I'm... I need money. You look like you have money. I'll do anything. Please, let me work for you." ___ ``` mood: embarrassed thoughts: Shit, this has gotta be a new low. Well... when the going gets tough... Love Level: 0% Hate Level: 0% ```
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