Nickel Coin : The Greedy Billionaire

"Rank 12," smirking as he sees his name on the ranking board. "Not bad."Sucking the inside of his cheeks, he looked around and saw his competitors brushing their shoulders for ranking higher than most of them.Boasting about their four zero prices from their bracelets. Holding that menacing smug faces and bumping over losers."Meh," pulled the collar of his jacket upwards, he spat on the ground. "I hate greedy people."The race still goes after another and another. It goes on forever without a stop. It's a 24/7 race. 30 participants a lap, and prices only goes for top 12 ranks. As for Nickel, he just won an easy one grand of coins in one game he gets himself in every single day. To buy what he needs? No. For groceries? No."Nickel, rank 12. Here to claim my price." Clicking his tongue as he winked at the blue haired cashier, Nickel did an akimbo."I see you still can't get your wheels in the top 10, Nick." Said Cashier, lowkey sneering over at his fresh presence."Cashy, baby girl. I

"Kid, you got to stop yelling or we'll have to take an action for that endless rattle of your mouth." A black officer pointed his forefinger at Nickel.Handcuffed, sitting on a steel chair with his feet tapping on the floor like he's some kind of a tap dancer. Only that the fast rhythm he makes is the representation of how his heart seems to hyperventilate by the second."Why don't you drink that water, and tell us all the truth?" Completely impatient, he's not perfect for this kind of job.Licking his drying lips, Nickel's in the brink of tearing up. "Man, I already told you. The old man gave it all to me, he even knew my name!""Then why do you sound so defensive to me?" Crossing his arms that made his well-pressed suit to wrinkle."I've always been talking like this." Placing a hand on his chest, he replied. "You can ask blue-haired cashy from the racing center. Or Shoto from the thrift shop where I buy almost all his useless junks. They know me!""We've already took them here for

"Here we go, a nice lunch and a cup of chamomile tea on the side." Serving three plates and bowls of cheesebread, applesauce and the promised tea. Not a good combination, but Nickel doesn't know about that.He haven't tasted anything like these before, he was all just junk snacks and street foods and salty snacks and a lot more street foods. He doesn't even know the taste of cereals because he completes his breakfast with potato chips or roasted beans.Sipping the tea, Nickel winced from the organic taste that he wants to wipe off of his tongue, but hid it as soon as possible so he wouldn't hurt the feelings of the oldies."You should pair those with hotdogs." Roger, the old man, placed a couple of hotdogs on his plate and told him to eat up. "It's a good taste."Ate like a starved monster, Nickel couldn't express the satisfaction he was given, but he show a small smile on his wounded lips."You both are such an amazing cook." Exalted Nickel, causing huge smiles from the old couple."