"Sign right here on the dotted line."​Warren Lockwood tapped a heavy gold pen against the thick stack of legal documents. He was the most ruthless real estate broker in Brighthaven.​Warren specialized entirely in distressed assets. He made his millions by exploiting desperate people who needed cash immediately.​Malcolm stared down at the property deed on the desk. This house in the downtown district was the only inheritance his late parents had ever left him.​In his previous life he had clung to it desperately. He had suffered constant humiliation from the Mercer family just to protect this single piece of his childhood.​But a standard two story suburban home was completely useless for the upcoming extreme cold apocalypse.A normal house would become a frozen coffin the moment the global power grid failed.​To survive the absolute zero temperatures Malcolm needed a military bunker built deep into a solid mountain. He needed yard thick titanium walls and independent geothermal ene

"Are you actually stalking me now?"​Caroline broke the silence in the luxurious boardroom. She pointed her finger directly at Malcolm.​Victor Hargrove turned around to face the back of the room. He saw Malcolm standing calmly on the thick carpet.​Victor immediately let out a loud and theatrical sigh. He looked at the city officials sitting around the table.​"I sincerely apologize for this interruption gentlemen," Victor said smoothly. "This is my absolute trash of an ex husband in law."​The wealthy investors and city board members immediately began to chuckle. They were desperate to flatter the billionaire heir.​"How did a homeless beggar even get past the front desk," one of the board members asked loudly to impress Victor.​Caroline crossed her arms tightly over her chest. She looked at Malcolm like he was a stray dog that had wandered into a Michelin star restaurant.​"Malcolm you need to leave right now," Caroline demanded. "I told you yesterday that we are completely finish

A massive diamond tipped drill violently chewed through the solid bedrock beneath Brighthaven.​The deafening roar of heavy machinery echoed across the city center. A thick cloud of gray dust drifted into the air.​Malcolm stood casually with his hands in his pockets. He was watching the elite engineering team from Ironcrest Holdings tear apart the concrete foundation of his new warehouse.​He had successfully purchased the property yesterday for thirty million dollars. Today he was already transforming it into an impenetrable fortress.​Dozens of flatbed trucks were currently lined up down the street. They were carrying massive yard thick titanium plates for the exterior walls.​A large crowd of local business owners and wealthy neighbors had gathered behind the temporary chain link fence. They were pointing their fingers and laughing loudly at the construction site.​"Look at that complete idiot," a wealthy boutique owner shouted over the noise of the drill. "He won a few million do

"Look at the final balance Caroline."​Victor Hargrove shoved the thick stack of financial documents directly against her chest.​Caroline stood under the dim streetlamp outside the warehouse gates. She opened the heavy manila folder with trembling hands.​Her palms were covered in bloody blisters from three weeks of agonizing manual labor. She scanned the official bank statements with exhausted eyes.​The top page showed Malcolm with a staggering three billion dollar balance exactly three weeks ago. The final page showed his current account balance at exactly zero.​"He spent every single penny," Victor said with a loud and cruel laugh. "He liquidated that entire massive portfolio to buy military grade titanium and thousands of tons of preserved food."​Victor stepped closer and looked at her filthy work clothes with supreme pity.​"He is completely broke. Caroline," Victor whispered maliciously. "He does not have a single dollar left to his name. He just used you for three weeks of