JudeRodney
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Max Collins stood on the balcony of his penthouse apartment, overlooking the city. Look at all those peasants, he thought to himself. Milling around, going about their daily lives, working for a living - from up here, they looked like nothing but ants.
Being born into wealth was a privilege - a privilege granted to only a precious few. Of course, it was not to be taken lightly. Through some shrewd and (maybe) legally questionable decisions, he was able to take his trust fund of millions and turn into billions. None of this required manual labor of any sort.
As he continued to watch the common folk on the midday streets something caught his eye. Was that? It could not be! But how? And what the hell was she wearing!? He grabbed the very expensive binoculars next to him and took a look.
Being born into wealth was a privilege - a privilege granted to only a precious few. Of course, it was not to be taken lightly. Through some shrewd and (maybe) legally questionable decisions, he was able to take his trust fund of millions and turn into billions. None of this required manual labor of any sort.
As he continued to watch the common folk on the midday streets something caught his eye. Was that? It could not be! But how? And what the hell was she wearing!? He grabbed the very expensive binoculars next to him and took a look.