People said her grandmother was the last to have the vision. She had tried but crystal gazing wasn’t her forte.
The stock market however was a different story. She understood how it behaved. It hadn’t taken her long to build a name for herself and now some of the cities élite were on her client list. It amused her how the click of a button controlled millions.
This morning she had made a 200,000 dollar profit for the man sitting across the table.
He crossed her outstretched palm with silver and she smiled. She still enjoyed the old school charm.
thecontradictoryoptimist
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like the man in the hat’s fruit pit story yesterday, you never know where the seeds of ancestors past will grow…
yesterday’s balls are today’s stock in trade (sorry, but i couldn’t resist it) Randy
haha 🙂
Nice play