“This house belongs to my son, so from today it is mine too,” Evelyn said firmly as one of her nieces dragged my expensive mattress toward the dark garden cellar.
I had just returned from Houston after twelve grueling days spent closing a massive cybersecurity contract for an international firm.
I was completely exhausted, my head was spinning with technical meetings, delayed flights, and constant midnight calls.
All I wanted was to finally reach my villa in Aspen Creek, kick off my high heels, open a cold bottle of wine, and sleep in my own comfortable bed.
I had bought that magnificent house entirely by myself with eight hundred thousand dollars paid in full cash.
That money came after ten years of working without a single vacation, without any inheritances, and without any help from anyone else in the world.
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