Glistening stones cast on pure gold. Bags adorned with monogram. Parcels of land with infinite boundaries. The flutter of crisp bills. Mine….
Then a thud.
Richie, the poor lad from the north, woke up from his catatonic stupor. He was at it again. His plot-rich daydreams all revolved around earthly acquisitions. He yearns to own, possess and enjoy an asset he can call his very own.
Read more: http://business.inquirer.net/219295/property-rules-dreaming-high
No comments:
Post a Comment