Billionaire In Broken Pieces

late, juggling multiple jobs, that I even forgot I had been selected for some interviews. Some of which I would attend only if I felt like it. Next week, I was set to sta

yet, and your father has gone out to work in the garden." "I will make sure to gather the money as soon as possible; we can't delay your kidney transplant any longer," I promised her, fully aware of how difficult it would be to find that money. My monthly salary was only $5,000. I helped her tidy up the house and gave her a massage so she could relax. I decided it was best to leave for now and send my love to Dad and John. "I'll visit again tomorrow, Mom. I love you," I said. "Love you too," she replied. As I stepped outside, I popped in my AirPods and played some calming music. On my way home, I noticed a sign for "Bubblesnacks," a place selling snacks and soft drinks. "How may I help you?" the cashier asked. "Five pancakes and one Coke" I replied. "Okay, miss. That will be $5," she said. Prices just keep rising. "Here's my card," I replied. She swiped my card and handed me my order. I planned to eat my snacks on the way home and cook a proper meal when I got there. It had been a while since I started juggling different jobs. I needed to support my mother's operation fee while also taking care of my own needs. They even suggested I work at a bar to earn more money, but my family wouldn't support that decision. I'd rather take on three jobs or more than compromise my self-respect by working in a bar. I currently have two jobs. My first job is a full-time position at Ray Tech that runs from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. My second job is in the evening, which is a shift position from 4:30 p.m. to 9:30 p.m. After that, I have another job waiting for me. Additionally, I am considering a part-time position at a new restaurant close to my apartment. All of this meant I was barely getting five hours of sleep a night. I received a call on my phone from my best friend, Lucas. LUCAS BLAKE I was looking through the document, and this is the contract my father wants me to acquire. Thankfully, it has been signed. The private hospital is owned by my friend James Balton. We met in the business world, and he is also our family doctor; his hospital is one of the biggest in the world. I signed the contract for the project with him. "It's been a long time, Luca," James said. "The poor can't afford treatment here, and most of them are being helped by the foundation." "Would it be better if I expanded the hospital to poorer countries or somewhere suitable?" he asked. Of course, he is my friend and business partner; he has been married for the past three years, and I attended his wedding as the groom's friend. "It's up to you, James. After all, you own this hospital. My duty is to have my staff supply the necessary resources and oversee the project. There's nothing wrong with expanding it abroad. You know I don't need to tell you what to do; just execute your plans. If you do, this could be the biggest proje