I brushed my hair, was this normal? How do rich kids live life? Do they normally make their own businesses like this? I wanted to run a business, but this was hellishly complicated. When I was on Earth and young, like really young. I remember the days when I read novels and stuff online. My memory is fuzzy on them, but remember a few where the main character makes a business and so on.
That shit let me tell you was insane, Mind numbing actually. As Now that I was in the situations like in a novel it was so much more difficult then I thought. It was just paperwork, more paperwork and signatures.
It made sense I guess, most of those had the Main character passing it off to someone else. That said person was usually some rich tycoon or competent harem member. I didn't have a rich tycoon I could work with nor did I have a harem.
Just Enna and well, as cute as she was. She was only a maid, above all else I was cramping up. Thank goodness it wasn't womanly cramps, I long since figured out that this body didn't have those. This was because it was technically a corpses or something. Don't know what's happening there actually, maybe I was sterile?
I face palmed I got distracted again! "Urgh! and my fucking heart hearts."
I gritted my teeth and soothed contract that was binding me. The thing didn't even appear as a status effect. From what I knew normally things that were summoned didn't have status screens so it made sense.
Still I rubbed my chest, it was difficult sense i had two big breasts! "Urgh!"
I slammed my fist on the desk and pushed my chair back. I was starting to regret my choices and wished I stayed longer in my time dilated slispace. Given enough time I likely could've freed myself. I breathed in and then out.
Walking over to a white board I had brought in I began out lining my thoughts. Starting with business ideas. The best I had were Aging whine and cheese inside my slipspace, climbing the earth tower and sell the stuff I get, or sell nude photographs.
I sighed actually I had one more idea. The problem was I didn't like it that much. I could ask the Athea family for the money I needed. I wanted to start my own guild and ultimately sell skills. the problem was the costs. Starting a guild that was expensive, but I could afford it right now. The rest however?
The guild building, I couldn't or more didn't want to use the one I was currently in. Second advertisement and recruitment. Just because I am from the Athea family didn't mean i was gonna get skilled people joining. Hell people joining at all. Had a feeling that would be blocked by someone if I didn't advertise.
Finally, supplies. I needed a lot of supplies. I knew how to get many skills, I even knew how to create skill orbs, sort of. The problem came with people quitting the guild once they learn a skill. Which meant I needed magic disclosure contacts. I needed normal employees that ran the faculties. Finally I needed to own a dungeon or a dungeon renting contract.
I looked back at my desk to the mail. One of them as an invitation to a ball. The family was hosting it, it would be the time to ask. The problem was the family it self. The two people I could possible get money off of was my grandfather Impero Athea or my Mother Andrea Reigh.
The people wanted to avoid was my father and his second wife Aunt Cassidy. "Heh, I had to make sure to call that to her face." I retracted my teasing smile and refocused. Erelia the sister-in-law, Markus didn't really matter much. After Erelia though I likely wanted to avoid my three other brothers. The Oldest, Franzice the second and finally the youngest and the brother who had the same mother as me.
Though I hardly had any real memories of the youngest. The ones I had absorbed were all of disgust and repulsion. I moved him up the list of avoidance. Basically I hated everyone in the Athea family. Makes me wonder why my mother let my father have a second wife. It had to be political.
I circled three people on my whiteboard, Murim the orphan boy under the care of my Uncle. The Coppermancer Cousin named Valeria and my Grandmother. I doubt I'd meet my grandmother at the Ball. She loved my two Uncles. My father however, was her greatest disappointment. So basically she was likely to ignore me, even if I was the daughter of someone from the Reigh family.
My mother was an elf so... Actually maybe that was why she let my father have a second wife. My mother would literally watch him grow old. Children would basically mean nothing to her unless they were very skilled or a pureblooded elf. I frowned, man I really am regretting accepting that stupid summoning ritual.
I scratched my head with my pen and sighed. "No use crying over spilled milk. I'll just take it as a screw you from death. I had the titles and skills that indicated my opposition of it."
I scratched my butt cheek and shrugged. sitting back down in my chair I came up with a plan.