ime's financial district, a glittering testament to his vast wealth, offered him no comfort. He ran a fr

sin, Max, stood nervously by

hovering in the air. His voice was a high-pitched squeak of pure terror. "Lo

on the screen, a black hole poi

avering purpose: the accumulation and protection of his money. And the Imp

r. "My entire life's work! Is some woman I've never even met going

tes that only income is shared during the trial p

refuses to leave? What if she latches onto me? Women are the most

ra, this refugee, would be a parasite, a

nd working at lightning speed. Then, he stopped. A sly, c

run a full background check on this Clara. Everything yo

ngly sparse. Terran refugee. Arrived in the Imperium one year ago. Lives in a ca

ading across his face. It confirmed his every

g to Max with a triumphant

is it,

s shoulders to slump. His face transformed, adopting an expression of piti

e comms ID for me. The profile will be that of a degenerat

act her, but not a

rate man at the end of his rope.

. "Sir... you're

nk about it! A woman who has known nothing but poverty her whole life suddenly discovers her matched

hills! She'll terminate the contract herself! An

. It was the perfect, cost-effective sol

of resignation, but we

ercover market research.' He stood in front of a mirror, practicing his most pathetic, tear-jerking

wait to begin

one, absolutely no one, took a single

eart-wrenching plea for help, imagining the look of h