Our story is an unusual one.

Most people usually hear about tales of likeable heroes who fly through the air, saving the planet from extra-terrestrial foes. They are invulnerable and have unique abilities that make them different from the average human.

This is not one of those stories.

Our story starts with a press conference. There were the usual sounds of camera shutters clicking, followed by flashing lights, and then journalists talking over each other with raised voices.

Someone tapped on the mic, causing the noise to die down.

“Mr. Halloway will start taking questions now”, someone announced, causing people to go silent … for a couple of seconds.

“Why did you decide to have a biography written about you when you’re still so young?” the journalist who was in front asked.

“Well … when one becomes a billionaire, people like you tend to write a lot of bullshit about them, so for me, I just want to set the record straight about my life so far”, the host of the press conference answered, with a slight cough. He continued, “it doesn’t matter if I’m young or not … as long as people get to know how I got this rich and awesome, from me, not as rumors from some washed up blog, then it’s worth it!”

There was indistinct chatter, as people discussed what he was saying.

“Won’t the facts about the biography be grossly biased? I mean since you’re the one who’s editing it, and it’s your company that’s doing the publishing”, someone else asked.

“There’s no one who knows me better than me! So, as I said earlier, I won’t have some idiots write a story that’s full of inaccuracies. People tend to always focus on the negatives, and I hate that.”

“When should we expect the biography to be released?” as this person asked, there was a click of a shutter, followed by a flash of light.

“In three months’ time.”

At this revelation, there was more noise, as people started discussing what this meant.

“Does this mean that the biography has been in the works before this?”

“No. We’re going to start now.”

There was an outroar as people began to discuss some more. A biography in three months … what was this guy smoking?

“Won’t the recent scandal affect the writing of the biography, and will it be included in the biography as well?”

Silence. People became silent at the mention of the recent scandal. Everyone in the room knew about the billionaire. He always had an affair with either the secretary, an intern, or some random girl, and all the online blogs had the juicy info. This probably explained why he hated blogs so much.

“No comment.”

“That’ll be all for the day, thank you for coming”, the person who had organized the press conference announced, causing the noise in the room to go up by several thousand levels.

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The person of interest stood up and left, being ushered by mean looking guards, who were wearing black suits and black sunglasses, with earpieces sticking out of their ears.

When he arrived in his office, he sighed as he sat down.  “I’m fucking exhausted”, he declared.

His new secretary came into the office. She looked around the age of twenty-five, and she had neat, blonde hair tied at the back into a bun.

“Sir, the new biographer has arrived”, she announced.

“Show him in”, was the reply she got.

She left, and in came a middle-aged man, who was wearing a neat suit. His hair was tied backwards, and his beard made him look like … one of those professional salespeople who move around selling nail polish or roll-on deodorant.

“So, you’re the person who wants to write my biography?”

“I’m the person who wanted to write your biography, until you went and told the journalists that it was going to be released in three months!” the biographer declared, sounding annoyed instead of particularly angry.

“What does that matter? You’ll only be writing material which I provide anyways”, replied the billionaire, swinging his chair towards the biographer.

His head was bald, and his face didn’t look particularly old, but there was just something about him. No, it wasn’t his tan skin. Some people would call it charm, while others would call it overconfidence … or whatever.

The biographer looked even more annoyed, or maybe he was getting angrier at the fact that this billionaire was trying to use him. Like most people, he didn’t like it.

“Well, I wish you all the best finding someone else to write it”, the biographer stood up, intending to leave.

“Five million dollars”, the billionaire blurted, as he looked at the back of the leaving biographer.

The biographer stopped, as he reached the door. “With all due respect, my dignity cannot be bought by--”

“Twelve million? That’s my final price!”

The biographer remained standing, facing the bald billionaire. Some said he was eccentric, which of course, was a polite way of saying he was an asshole with terrible people skills. The biographer could see it. That was always the problem with these billionaires. They thought money could solve all their problems …

Well, usually they were right, but they didn’t have to be jerks about it. The biographer sighed as he went back to sit down.

“My name is Grant Halloway, founder and Chairman of Rushed Inc. Currently forty-two years of age”, the billionaire introduced himself, which of course was unnecessary, considering everyone in the room knew who he was.

“I know who you are, Grant”, the biographer snapped.

“I just thought it would be great to introduce each other, you know. Was that a mistake?”

“No, it wasn’t. My name is Walter Ashley, editor at Wide Magazine. Now, would you like to tell me more about yourself?”

Right, that was where everything went wrong. Rather, that’s where everything started going wrong. You see, as the two were having their conversation, there was a being who was listening, and this being did not enjoy the conversation at all.

It has to be mentioned, this being was not in the room … at least physically.

CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS? I GIVE THIS IDIOT WEALTH, AND HE GOES AROUND SAYING HE’S SELF MADE, AND HE DESERVED THE WEALTH! SINCE WHEN DO HUMAN BEINGS DESERVE WEALTH?? The voice, which was shouting this, sounded female, and divine … to anyone who could’ve heard it anyways.

In that instance, in a plane inaccessible to human beings, another being was looking at a giant clock … well, to this being, the clock was normal size, but if any human was here, they would marvel at the sheer size of the clock. And the being too.

There was a flash of light, and a figure materialized into human form, in front of the Great Being. The figure looked vaguely female, for some weird reason.

WHY HAVE YOU COME? The Great Being asked.

THERE’S A HUMAN WHO’S GROWN OVERLY ARROGANT. HE FORGETS HIS ROOTS! The vaguely female-looking figure answered.

HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ARROGANT, WHAT IS DIFFERENT ABOUT THIS ONE?

HE GIVES HIMSELF CREDIT WHICH BELONGS TO ME! THAT IS HIS SIN!! The figure answered the Great Being.

HAVE YOU REALIZED THAT HIS TIME IS ALMOST UP?

The vaguely female-looking figure smiled… it looked like a smile, before responding, THAT IS THE REASON WHY I AM HERE. I WISH TO TEACH THIS HUMAN A LESSON THAT WE ARE SUPREME, AND THAT NONE OF THEM HAVE ANYTHING UNLESS WE GIVE IT TO THEM!

I SEE. THEN IT SHALL BE AS YOU WISH. The Great Being replied, and the female-looking figure vanished in a puff of smoke.