karlmaks
Stories
7
Chapters
3,386
Words
5.9 M
Comments
20
Reading
20 d, 12 h
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"Call me Lance," he said, shaking Debbie’s hand lightly. "It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, ma’am." Debbie was impressed with Lance, and she warmly invited them to sit. "Can I get you something to drink?" Vaughn glanced at Lance, who smiled. "We just had coffee before coming here, so I’m good, thank you. What about you, Mr. Vaughn?" "Vaughn!" Vaughn corrected firmly. He cared about being addressed by his name. "I’ll pass as well, thanks!" Debbie then sat opposite them and got to the point.…-
1.5 M • Ongoing
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Maintaining a city councilor with even marginal value costs about $60,000 a year. This was the figure William offered Lance as a reasonable estimate. “I don’t know how much you’re earning annually, but it’s clear that this is still far off for you,” William remarked. “You should focus on stabilizing your current work and broadening your horizons. When you’re wealthier, you won’t need to invest in councilors—they’ll come looking for you instead.” William lowered his voice slightly.…
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As the weather cooled, life became more bearable for the overweight, sparing them from sweating under the scorching sun. Johnny, his face pale, sat in the consultation room of a pharmacy doctor’s office, handing over a prescription. The doctor glanced at it briefly before looking at Johnny’s arms. “Mind if I take a look?” Johnny shook his head. “Of course not, as long as you give me the medicine.” The doctor examined Johnny’s fractured arms. The bones were healing well. The radius, being…
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In certain shops specializing in alcohol, high-end spirits were often limited to just a few bottles. If a customer needed more, the owner would either contact a supplier or source it from other merchants. High-end alcohol was expensive and tied up significant funds, making it a less attractive choice for profit-driven merchants. The situation in Jingang City was no different. While there was a market for mid-to-high-end alcohol, sales were slower compared to low-end spirits. For merchants, quickly…
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For the common people, cheap, low-quality whiskey priced under a dollar—ideally under fifty cents—was what they truly needed. But for someone at James’ level, and for the big players he was about to network with, discussing such low-end alcohol was pointless. High-end spirits were the real currency in their circles. Arthur nodded proudly. “My first batch was mid-to-high-end whiskey—Gold Label and Deland.” James glanced at Congressman Williams, who closed his eyes. In James’ mind, the label…
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"Nice outfit!" As soon as Alberto walked in, he commented on Lance's clothing. "I like the style of this suit. You’ll have to introduce me to your tailor." He stepped away from his desk and shook Lance’s hand warmly. "Tailors in the Federation simply don’t know how to make a decent piece of clothing!" Many people in the Federation disliked wearing tight clothing, which led to increasingly loose designs, especially for men. The tailors here seemed to fall into two extremes—either they strictly…
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“Day Three of Prohibition: Productivity Increases by 200%!” This shocking headline dominated the front page of Jingang Daily. Yet, in an era where people still placed blind faith in newspapers, the public chose to believe this outrageous claim rather than consider the possibility that the press might be lying. The article featured interviews with workers who had long struggled with alcoholism. They spoke candidly about how, before prohibition, cheap alcohol was readily available, leading them to…
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That afternoon, another round of thunderstorms rolled in, with a rhythm that was almost predictable: CRACK... BOOM... WHOOSH... drip-drip-drip... silence. Some said it was the final thunderstorm of the season, but who could really know? In an upscale apartment in the Bay Area, a woman in her late twenties stretched lazily, waking from an afternoon nap. Dressed in lingerie, she pushed open the window, letting in the cool, post-rain air. On the balcony next door, a young man smoking a cigarette caught…
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1.5 M • Ongoing
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Vaughn was relatively easy to deal with—after all, he was just a vice-chairman. When Lance saw Vaughn slip the check into his pocket, he knew the union wouldn’t trouble him for a while. But this wasn’t a long-term fix. Complaints, once suppressed, didn’t disappear; they merely accumulated, growing stronger until they reached a tipping point. It was like going shopping with your partner. You pass by a food stall and ask if they’d like a bite. They say no. But as soon as you get something for…
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When you meet your girlfriend’s father for the first time, and he asks if you’re nervous, how do you answer? Nervous? Why are you nervous? Not nervous? Why aren’t you nervous? No matter what you say, it invites more questions, each harder to navigate. A single slip could make the entire encounter crash and burn. Lance glanced toward Patricia in the dining room, then back at Mr. Lawrence. “Not nervous,” he said confidently. “If you truly love someone, standing in my position gives you all…
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