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Last Descendant Of Money Twenty-four.
"Are you ready to do this?"Edna looked around the room.Her PC looked fine, the camera was in place, the lightning was good, her microphone, internet, everything she needed was in place.She turned to Edgar who was at the door watching her and nodded. "Yes, I am ready."She took a deep breath and clicked on the ‘start recording’ button."Hello," Edna began, waving. "So, there's a funny video of me trending that I had gone mad. Well, this is me, perfectly fine contrary to the rumor flying around. That video was supposed to be for a commercial. A commercial portraying the effect of hard drugs and not a video of me going mad. However, someone thought it was funny to upload my part of the video and caption with words that suggested I had gone mad. That is untrue and I would make sure the culprit is caught and punished. And, the voice note that supposedly ‘leaked’ was a fake one. I am not mad and no one is trying to kill me."Immediately, Edna clicked on the stop button and took off her h
Last Descendant Of Money Twenty-five.
The next day at work, Edna met her office cleaner than it used to be. Most times, she arrived at work earlier than the cleaner so her office was always like she had left it the day before.Edna heard a soft knock on her door, then someone opened the door slowly and peaked in.It was Sid."Good morning, ma'am," He greeted as soon as he stepped in.Edna said nothing in reply, then she looked up at his face. "Were you the one who tidied up my office?""Yes, I am," He replied with a smile. "I saw—""I'm grateful but please do not do it again. Strangers are not allowed to walk into my office the way they like. The fact that it is not always locked does not mean a random person can walk in the way they like."Sid's face fell. "I'm sorry ma'am."He turned to leave then paused and looked at Edna. "I know you don't need it in any way, but I would be happy if you let me work for you. I can do anything for you. Wash your car, be your P. A. Anything. It took me a long time to get a job. I know I
Last Descendant Of Money Twenty-six.
"Am I dead?" Edna asked as soon as her eyes flipped open. She looked around and after a while began to recognize the room she was in. She was at home and in her room with Edgar and Lucas peering at her."Is heaven a replica of what our environment looks down on earth? Or, are we in hell? And, why is Lucas with us? Was he in the car with us? Why—""We are not dead," Edgar had to chip in."I saw the truck. We should definitely be dead by now." She sat straight up on the bed and began to inspect Edgar's body. She did the same to herself. "And how on earth did we not sustain any injury." Then, she gasped. "Was I in a coma? What year is this? Were you in a coma?"Edgar shook his head. "I'm also as confused as you are as to how we survived but today is still the same day the accident almost occured.""Almost? It did not?" Edna was shocked. She was happy, but shocked."It is a miracle. If you ask me how? I honestly don't think I can give a reply."Edna heaved a sigh of relief and with a smil
Last Descendant Of Money Twenty-seven.
The next day at work, news of Edna and Edgar getting a VVIP invitation to The Clique restaurant was what everyone could talk about.Edgar, afraid that there might be another accident, decided to take Edna to work and as they both walked in, the volume of the gossip only reduced.Everyone whispered what they thought to each other as they watched the court walk past them.‘It must be the doings of Meyer Jones.’One of the workers said and Edgar clenched his fists. It took a lot of willpower for Edgar to walk pass without throwing a fist at his face. ‘It is not, Meyer Jones hates that Edgar had taken his daughter out of his house and Meyer Jones himself has never gotten an invite.’‘Then, who did?’ Someone else asked."She probably slept with the owner to get two tickets for herself and her husband," a brunette said. She wore a red dress which showed half of her breast and barely passed her hips. She had a cake face. It was hard to know if she could breathe well with so much makeup on h
Last Descendant Of Money Twenty-eight.
The news of Edgar being the brother of the owner of The Clique restaurant was everywhere. Questions of Edgar's true background were asked by everyone.Edgar watched Lucas pace up and down his room. He hated the publicity they were getting, regretting the action he took at Edna's workplace."Have you seen the downgrading video that the daughter of the devil herself made for me?" Edgar spat angrily after watching a video Patricia uploaded online.In the video, Patricia told the whole world how He was the lazy brother. How he and Lucas were from the street but Lucas was just smart enough to con a rich old man and became rich himself. She said that Edgar had tried to do the same by marrying rich women like herself and Edna but won't succeed because he is stupid."That vile woman called me stupid." Edgar was pissed."Don't we have better things to worry about? The news is everywhere. My face is
Last Descendant Of Money Twenty-nine.
Edna gave Edgar a small smile when she saw him walk into her office. Somehow, she was grateful for the accident that almost took place. She liked the fact that Edgar now picked her from work after closing hours."Ma'am, your husband is here," Sid, who was standing before her, announced as soon as he saw Edgar too."She saw me so you don't really have to announce it," Edgar glared at Sid. "Stop trying to find a place here when you obviously can't fit in.""Don't you think you're sounding a little bit like Violet and her daughter?"Edgar scoffed in disbelief. "Are you seriously comparing me to those evil family members of yours?""I'm not. I just feel like you're making Sid feel how they both tried to make us feel. I feel we should be able to connect to Sid and not try to discriminate him because —""Because he is poor? You think I am behaving the way I am towards him because I feel he is poor?" Edgar scoffed. "Wow!""Because my father employed him." Edna said, frowning. "That was what
Last Descendant Of Money Thirty.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent into New York. Please turn off all portable electronic devices and stow them until we have arrived at the gate. In preparation for landing in New York, be certain your seat back is straight up and your seat belt is fastened.""Finally," Edna muttered under her breath. She was scared of heights and she hated being in an enclosed place.Edna looked at her wrist. She gave a small smile. It was Edgar who gave her. He said something about the watch alerting him if she gets into any form of danger."Hope you know that wristwatches are not allowed in."Edna frowned as her father spoke. "I thought we could not take phones in.""And wristwatches too," Meyer added."Oh, okay."Well, that wasn't a problem. Edgar had told her to hide the wristwatch if it was not allowed along with a small phone he gave to her. According to him, no one could detect it even with a detecting machine or whatever it was called.She trusted that he was right. Edgar was f
Last Descendant Of Money One.
Money can buy everything.Yes, you read that right.If you say otherwise, then you need to work harder. If your money can't buy anything, it just isn't enough.This was Edgar's belief. Of course it will. He was the last descendant of money.Like Literally.He came from a place where the fate of the world's fortune lay. He looked through the window. He could see people moving around fast, trying to gather as much money as they could.He smirked.Money was a spirit and he being its last descendant he had the ability to control who it'll favor or who it wouldn't."Edgar!!! Where is that son of a bitch? That pauper does nothing but eat our food without doing a thing."How ironic. Edgar scoffed. He came from money, but was called a pauper by an ordinary woman.He shrugged. That was what he got from deciding to live as the good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Simpsons and the husband of Patricia Simpson, a successful business woman."Edgar!" Patricia shrilled. "I work hard everyday to fend fo
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