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icecoldfrostSince yesterday had been a whirlwind of classes, Emma was dedicating today to organizing what little she had brought with her. Hank had promised to send the rest to her, and Emma was anticipating being able to buy or appropriate whatever else she needed from the mainland this weekend.
Her newest investments were apparently paying off quite nicely already, and while Emma didn't like touching her nest egg before it had matured a bit more, some sacrifices had to be made in the name of keeping up appearances.
Not that shopping was a sacrifice, when you could telepathically haggle the price down just a smidge. Emma did so love a bargain.
For now, however, she was stretched out on her bed, curtain of her alcove flung back, reading the newest issue of Forbes. Really. For men with money, some of them had horrible taste in suits. They could buy a personal stylist; there was no reason for so much fug.
[Looking for a sib, but open post is open. Please. Come poke the telepath.]
Her newest investments were apparently paying off quite nicely already, and while Emma didn't like touching her nest egg before it had matured a bit more, some sacrifices had to be made in the name of keeping up appearances.
Not that shopping was a sacrifice, when you could telepathically haggle the price down just a smidge. Emma did so love a bargain.
For now, however, she was stretched out on her bed, curtain of her alcove flung back, reading the newest issue of Forbes. Really. For men with money, some of them had horrible taste in suits. They could buy a personal stylist; there was no reason for so much fug.
[Looking for a sib, but open post is open. Please. Come poke the telepath.]
