16

William grips the phone a little too tight, he can hear his father struggling to breath at the other end of the phone. The empire that Mister Fleeton spent forty decades to build has fallen because of the foolishness of his son!

William snorts at his father's words. He doesn't want to believe that he and his family are now very poor.

“Dad, stop panicking, it's not that serious.” he waves off. “How can you say we are not poor? We are billionaires, even God can't make us poor overnight!”

“William, you stupid boy! You don't know what you have done!” His father cries. “I have to sell all the cars quickly, before our misfortune spreads and no one will buy them. Otherwise we might not be able to afford breakfast tomorrow!”

It's all a dream to William, a very bad dream that he wants to wake up from, but people start to glance at their phones as they walk past him.

“It's him, the father is worth only five million now!”

“Wasn't he in the club yesterday? Covering the strippers with money?