It was his 35th birthday. As he sat in one of his
mansion, he reviewed his life.
He was the richest person on the planet, investing all the
money he won from gambling in seemingly every massively successful company of
the past fifteen years. And he’d just spearheaded the new polygamy laws so he
could marry all four of his supermodel girlfriends. All in all, he had
unquestionably won life, as much as one could.
He put the gun to his temple since he knew he could shave a
few months off the money acquisition with some better Vegas strats…
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