“Being poor,” he said to absolutely nobody, “is really, really annoying”
This was getting insane. Akiva rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. Maybe if his eyes weren’t so dry, the text on the paper would make more sense. He stopped rubbing and looked down.
Nope.
How was this possible? Seven grand? His second house flip was generating him a profit of a mere seven thousand? The numbers had added up to at least 50 when he’d done the math.
You always gotta do the math. That’s what his house flip crash course had taught him. And he had!
Except that he was dealing with a crazy person here. Big Larry wasn’t even eccentric, he was just plain nuts. He was also in foreclosure. And had just declared bankruptcy. And by the time Akiva was finished dealing with his attorneys, he didn’t even want the crazy man’s house anymore. But Larry had begged him to take it.
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