Unexpected Trillionaire.

Alex Waynee, what happened?

Sandra Douglas was home early today.

Staring at her Louis Vuitton wrist watch, she realized that the time was still early.

"Why didn't investor Lee come to meet up with the board of directors as he promised he would?"

Staring around in the car packed right in front of her parents apartment, her thoughts raced as if her mind were a sprinter on an Olympic track, dashing through a maze of concerns and possibilities.

The silence of the car enveloped her, amplifying the ticking seconds on her watch and the weight of responsibility resting on her shoulders.

Sandra's anticipation heightened, her imagination painting scenarios with each passing moment—each one a brushstroke of uncertainty on the canvas of her thoughts.

She pondered the potential implications of Lee's absence, each scenario more elaborate than the last.

'Was it a mere delay or an indication of deeper issues?'

Her thoughts whirled with questions, each one accompanied by a surge of adrenaline that fueled her need for answers.

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