November 25th, like every other normal day, it was raining heavily. The room was cool, like there was an AC on max, making every part of the room feel like it was snowing.Reese leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen of his laptop that illuminated the room in a faint light.+$194.84It was his first real win after countless losses. The first time, the countless hours he’d spent watching free online courses, reading articles, joining sketchy forums, and fumbling through demo accounts had finally paid off.Reese laughed softly under his breath, a disbelieving kind of chuckle that escaped before he could stop it.He hadn’t slept more than a couple of hours the night before, eyes glued to candlestick patterns and RSI indicators.It hadn’t always been this way, though. Reese could still remember being thirteen, three years after his mother left with a rich hot shot, wide-eyed, thumbing through battered old books he found behind his father's closet.Currency Wars Vol 1: Luck Vs Ski

Her eyes fluttered, then quickly snapped open and froze almost immediately.Eli didn’t say a word. He just watched with a small smirk at the corner of his lips.Tessa's lips parted, but no sound came, and Reese didn't even bother to wait for an explanation.He exited the apartment, ignoring her calls, she stumbled off the bed and out of the room.She chased him into the rain, barefoot with a blanket around her, soaked and shaking. “Reese, please! Just wait, I can explain!”He kept walking.“It wasn’t supposed to happen! I didn’t plan it...”Reese stopped, then turned on her like he’d been holding back a fit of rage.“You didn’t plan to ride your cousin? The same one you said you hated? The same one you ran from because your family was toxic as hell? That cousin?!”Tessa flinched but stood frozen in place. The rain poured harder, but not louder than his voice.“I was out here breaking my back for us! Losing sleep, starving half the time, picking up shifts I hated, flipping trades, tryi

Reese stared for a brief moment, watching as the words slowly vanished. Then a different screen appeared beside the first.[System Sync Complete. Welcome, Reese Miles.][Main Objective: Survive, Get Wealthy, and Dominate.][Side Objective: Make Better Life Decisions. Seriously.]The screen flickered, then faded until only a small translucent panel hovered in the corner of his vision.His body jerked slightly as a wave of something, like cool electricity, rushed through his nerves.It wasn’t painful, but it was definitely unnerving. The lights in the room dimmed for half a second, though that could have just been in his head.Then the pain in his back, the soreness in his limbs, the fog in his thoughts vanished. Like someone hit a reset button on his body, annd it actually felt nice.“…What the actual hell?”He touched his chest, blinked, then leaned forward and pressed a hand to his leg. No pain.Okay. This isn’t just a hallucination.Before he could explore more, the hospital room do

"That was surprisingly easy," Reese thought scooping the last bit of food I to his mouth. He shifted his gaze to the magazine Trey had dropped on the table by the bed, before he went to clear Reese's papers.Reese frowned at the title at the top, and then scoffed under his breath. He placed the empty plate beside the magazine and picked it up, along with a bottle of waterHe ran his hand and over the black cover, the sheek shiny design, that was a blend of luxury and elegance.And the one thing he liked about Magazines were that everything on it, was either true, or a scandal like the internet, and magazines like Vanta was always right, and enough to ruin a celebrity.The one he held, was Stack, the best selling magazine that represented the Voice of the money driven world beyond regular jobs. It usually covered the boldest players in Forex, crypto... generally trade and software millionaires.From street level hustle to sky high portfolios, unfiltered, underestimated but quite popul

"It depends on your taste," Trey simply replied, taking a sip of his juice. He watched Reese from the corner of his eyes as he lowered his gaze and stabbed his chicken over and over again.At first, he thought Reese was just trying to pick at it, but realizing he was actually continuously doing that and was lost in thought, he frowned.He always knew Reese was like that, ever since they met. Anytime the issue of money came up, Reese would always go far deep into his thoughts without bothering to answer or even acknowledge your presence, until you were done.His gaze softened, and a feeling of regret washed over him. He wanted to do more than just assist Reese, he wanted to support and even sponsor whatever he was doing, but then, knowing Reese, he would rather work till he bled than accept anything from him. Always with the stupid excuse of, "Use that money for yourself and keep it for your future self, not spend it on someone else, especially if it's not urgent."Trey finally spoke