All that being said, I think failing finding the hunter’s hideout would not have changed her reaction once I got here. Kyrie still would have scented me out after I arrived, eventually. A new rogue in her territory, one as quick to stand out as I am, would have brought her to see me.
Though who knows if I could have got cleaner before that hypothetical different first meeting. Well, at least I’d hope not to be even more filth covered in such an alternate reality. Just like I hope none of them fell into the debt without finding a way out like this!
"It’s not about selling them, exactly. You don’t even have a bank account yet, let alone any sort of brokerage or other fintech platform that connects to the most secure trading methods for it."
Her concern becomes clearer. Certainly, with that sort of money, keeping it on your person would become questionable for most people. People that don’t have a | Single Parent Stash |!
"I really should have handled that for you - a bank - but I thought you might... I dunno like doing some parts for yourself. So I just did the credit score."
"Oh. I’d like to thank you again now that we are in person. Having proof of my legal place in this... city is very helpful."
She leaned back in her chair while studying me. I suppose it’s not every day in this world that you tell someone that they are now a millionaire and they do not scream in excitement. Or call for celebrations.
"Might not be any of my business, but where exactly did you ’find’ all this?"
"Estate sale. Previous owner had a few interesting hobbies."
I responded immediately with my prepared excuse.... and Brook’s laugh was rather knowing. I’m using the man’s screenname on the forum after all. But there was surprisingly no judgement in the laugh?
"Right. Well, that unlucky soul had the wisdom to hold onto his investments. Now you’re a fairly rich woman for a few years. Longer if you reinvest some of it and hit it big again. Might want to hold onto a few of the crypto, in case the price hikes again."
> I only need to be rich for a month or so. So that seems like plenty. Plus, what are the chances of me gaining more money in time to spend it on things during the apocalypse? It’s even calming me down, now. I wonder if I could buy one from her. I might ask before we are done. Whether that is a better result with the child in my stomach in mind isn’t the point. <
"You know what’s really pathetic? I’ve been fantasizing about trying to make him jealous lately. Like maybe if he thought I was moving on to someone else, he’d finally make a serious move."
"That’s... strategic."
I trie not to think too hard about how much sense her plan made to me. I’d never intentionally tried to make a suitor jealous, though it happened more times than I cared for in my old world.
"Right? Though the opportunities for a hermit like me are somewhat limited. So what I’m getting at Citra... want to help me with a little photographic psychological warfare?"