Mary called Harry and told him to bring one friend tomorrow, and when he asked what for, she simply said
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"I want to give you the money you want. But you have to work a little for ."
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Harry was a little confused by the request but was actually short of money.
He also had a girlfriend outside nad Shea, and his girlfriend was very needy. She was beautiful but spoiled and sowhat of a ditz.
"Did Mary call you just now?" She asked as she lay on the bed with Harry.
"Yes, that old hag called . She has the money for , but I must do sothing first. She also told to bring a friend with ," Harry replied. He lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out the window.
"Well, I don’t see anything wrong with it, as long as she gets us the money, right?" Shea said. She giggled as she found it funny. "That old woman is such an idiot. Does she think that you’re actually in love with her?"
"I think she knows that I’m not in love with her. But she loves , and that’s the only important thing in her head," Harry said. He also chuckled as he thought how stupid Mary was. "Can’t lie, though. She’s such an idiot. She still believes I’m using her money to fund my music career."
"Muahahaha! Okay, that’s just so funny!" Shea laughed as well.
Harry had long abandoned his dream as a musician. He was never serious about it in the first place, it was more like a passion project in high school, and once he graduated, he simply lost interest.
He was thinking about going part-ti in a fast food chain until he got a proper job sowhere because he had no money to go to college.
But his life had beco very easy with that old Mary who suddenly fell in love with him.
"We still have to thank her, though. She is the one who gives us this comfortable life," Harry said.
He had been using Mary’s money to fund his life with Shea. They went on a vacation to many countries using that money, though Harry always told Mary that he was busy because he attended a concert booked there.
"Can you believe she only gives a grand and a half this month? Her son is a director in Los Angeles," Harry complained.
"Yeah, that doesn’t make sense at all. A director must’ve earned a lot!" Shea said. "You should squeeze her for more money tomorrow! I want to have a trip to Paris next month!"
Harry smiled, "Sure, I need at least six thousand from her this month. I’ll just say I need to record my album or whatever."
"Yay! You’re the best, babe!" Shea kissed Harry’s lips before snatching the cigarette from his fingers. She sucked on it and blew the smoke into the air, creating a haze inside the room.
They giggled as they kissed again before doing fun stuff while imagining their trip to Paris.
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Mary woke up the next day feeling energized. She was ready for the big day because she would earn a lot of money today.
She spent the whole night posting so of the more expensive stuff, such as the grand piano, on social dia because she knew there weren’t many rich people in this community who would willingly buy a grand piano.
Luckily, she got a buyer who said they’d go for a two-hour drive with a big box van just to carry that grand piano.
"Ah, this is going to be a beautiful day," she murmured as she washed herself and dressed up. She wanted to look perfect while earning all the money she deserved.
She opened the door and saw Harry and his male friend parked their car in front of her house.
Harry approached Mary and asked, "What’s the deal here? You said you would give money if I did sothing for you."
Mary felt hurt because Harry didn’t apologize for yelling at her yesterday. But she understood that Harry wouldn’t treat her well until she gave him money, it had beco a norm in this relationship that it didn’t shock her anymore.
Unfortunately, Mary was willing to spend as much money as possible in exchange for his affection. She didn’t care if her son kept calling her out for her ridiculous behavior. She was just a woman in love and willing to give it all for her man.
"Good morning, handso. Yes, I will give you the money you want, but you have to help with a small task," Mary said with a smile.
"And what is it? Hurry up, you know I need the money to fund my album release," Harry pressured.
Mary pointed at Hilda’s ho and said, "You know Hilda, right? She’s currently in the nursing facility indefinitely and told to sell every piece of furniture in her house. I want you and your friend to go there and take everything out. I already cleaned them all last night and will open a garage sale."
Harry frowned, "Are you telling to do so hard labor for cheap stuff? That house looks old. I doubt there’s anything expensive there."
"Oh, trust in this one, Harry. I guarantee you will get at least seven thousand from ," Mary said. "There is a lot of expensive stuff there. It’s a gold mine waiting to be discovered."
Harry’s eyes widened, "Seven thousand?!"
"Yes, I can give you seven thousand as long as you help to move everything into my garage. All of the custors will co soon, so you should hurry, okay?" Mary said. "I will put the garage sale sign in my garden."
Harry salivated as he imagined seven grand—or probably even more than that as long as he could force Mary to give him more!
He looked at his friend and said, "Let’s go, Mark. I’ll give you a cut later!"
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