What if this skill could be cultivated, just like everything else? What if it could become something that multiplied not just his money, but his influence?
He exhaled again, slowly, thoughtfully. 10¢ richer with each breath.
A steady trickle of wealth, flowing with each inhale, each exhale.
"It's poetic in a way. My existence is now profitable, as long as I breathe I'm making money."
Noah glanced at his watch. Money would be waiting for him when the clock struck midnight, and he didn't have to lift a finger.
"Not bad for pocket change," he thought, as he headed towards the shower.
After stepping out of the shower, Noah grabbed one of his new Hermis outfits and slipped into it.
The fabric felt smooth against his skin. He adjusted his cuffs while glancing in the mirror for a moment.
Everything was in place.
Clean lines, sharp cut—a perfect reflection of control.
