By 06:00, Benjamin could recognize most of the faces from that fateful night. They chatted casually and helped themselves to the food Samira procured from the local Pizza Restaurants and diners. Some of it, she claimed, like the Shepherd's pie and Cinnamon rolls and the Guacamole, were privately contracted out to her mother."Here's the receipts" she said, when she was done setting up, "and the change." Benjamin looked at her curiously. In truth, he had already forgotten about the money. Nor was he expecting Samira to have such a clean slate of character to return change, if there was any. Still, he perused the list."$300 for drinks (Punch and Wine. No Spirits.) $200 for Pizza. $250 for Donuts, Cinnamon Rolls, Guacamole Sauce. $50 for Chips. And a $100 Tip?" read aloud Benjamin, eyeing the last item."That's for my mom. She runs her own place, you know? And getting all this together in such a sort time frame." Samira replied.Benjamin waved his hand, and returned to her the $100 she

"When do we start?" asked one overzealous fellow."JMONEY's going to put everyone together on a private messaging platform. Now that, you are not allowed to share with anyone under any circumstances. I don't care if the FBI catches you, keep your phone locked. In the event that you are caught, just stay silent. We should have a daily update system, so we'll know if something's up, and most likely, I'll need to step up. However, if we understand that someone else has gained access to our group because of your actions, you're out." said Benjamin."And by out you mean?""Yep. Expelled." I answered The crowd was a little restless this time. Maybe it would be better if I don't tell them just yet that I'm still thinking about what to do about other possible violations, thought Benjamin."And as for when we'll begin" started Benjamin, who looked to JMONEY. JMONEY crossed both arms just beneath his neck. You're killing me."Sometime tomorrow afternoon, I expect," replied Benjamin. "That'll b

The man in the bandanna had crossed from the other side of the street to Benjamin's way. "Stop that man!" yelled one of the officers. The suspicious man barreled towards Benjamin. In his right hand, was a brown paper shopping bag."Out of my way!" grunted the suspicious character. Benjamin made to move, but this man was already moving too fast. There was a collision."Notice: Strengthened Body Activated" The man deflected off Benjamin's chest like he was made of iron, and tumbled onto the pavement.The bag split to reveal some new sneakers, boots, and a couple of neatly folded T-shirts. The officers soon caught up. "You did good, Sir," said one of them, praising Benjamin. The other stopped down to suppress the culprit and handcuff him. "You have the right to remain silent," he said, taking off the bandana. "You'll never take me alive!" The bandanna revealed not a man, but a young angry adolescent. He squirmed and shook and shuddered under the handcuffs. "Save it for the judge, and s

"Right this way, Sir" One of them pointed to the Esclators behind them, handing Benjamin back his card. They followed him to the first floor, Johnny being grateful that he didn't have to keep hopping around on the slow-moving escalator."Who are you?" Johnny asked Benjamin. "Hmm? That's true. I haven't introduced myself , have I?" "I don't care about your name, dude. I meant, how rich are you?"Benjamin turned. "Why do you want to know so bad?""Well, these guys seem to think so. They treat you the same way everybody treats my brothers when they go out."Benjamin laughed. "That's a compliment, to be compared to your family. But is it a problem?""It is. Wherever the rich gather, someone from my family tends to be there. I'm not looking for that sort of attention" said Johhny solemnly. "Well, I doubt that'd be likely for me. I'm not quite as rich as the Zepellis, so you have nothing to worry about" Not yet, anyway.Upstairs was a long corridor with doors on both sides. Down to thei

"There's no guarantee your item's even going to reach the fair market value as an auctioneer" started Johnny."Explain""You remember what I said about the Fugazi? They're playing it too. Only more discreetly. I assume you don't know what a reserve price is?" Johnny asked. Benjamin only glared, at him, trying to avoid the shame of shaking his head to agree."Okay Okay" continued Johnny "Basically, the reserve price is the actual price the seller's willing to sell for.""The Seller?" "Yes. The Seller. Not the Auction House. The actual owners of the property. You see, what happens is, when they approach these auction houses, both parties agree on the minimum price the item's going to be sold for.""You mean the starting price?"asked Benjamin."Of course not! The starting price has to be cheaper than the reserve to attract bidding. Remember, it's 40% of the Fair Market Value. Totally different.""I see." Benjamin furrowed his eyebrows. "And let me guess, the reserve price is going to