Alexander completed the purchase of the cars, but instead of taking them immediately, he handed instructions to the dealership. "I’ll send you the delivery address later. For now, I’ll leave without the cars," he said with a casual nod. "Of course, sir. We’ll await your instructions," the salesperson replied, bowing slightly out of respect. Exiting the dealership, Alexander paused. He admired the quiet streets of the upscale neighbourhood but knew there was one essential task left—finding a home spacious enough to accommodate his new lifestyle. He ordered another Uber without hesitation. “Marxist Homes,” he told the driver. “Yes, sir!” the driver confirmed, pulling away from the curb. Marxist Homes was synonymous with prestige, a real estate company catering exclusively to the rich. Owning a property from them was a mark of status, a silent declaration of one’s financial power. The mere mention of their name commanded respect. At their luxurious office, Alexander was greeted