5. The House

Aristonicus woke up at 10 o’clock, immediately going to the small bathroom to wash his face. It was white, cold and with a simple bathroom window that was made opaque.

“I suppose I need this place to keep up appearances,” Aristonicus said, “but goodness me is this place a dump, almost worse than Matho’s house,” he muttered.

Alex came in, looking at his boss with an extreme amount of respect. Aristonicus went outside to get a bit of morning sunshine, and yet again he was struck by lightning when he put his hand up.

“Holy shit are you ok?” Alex said.

“I think that’s how this power works,” Aristonicus said, “it doesn’t seem to hurt me.”

“Well, that’s informative…” Alex said shaking his head.

“Get me a croissant or something, and some orange juice and I’ll start making us some money, I need a fucking house.”

“Already got it,” Alex said, throwing some croissant at him, “pretty decent bakery.”

He ate them pretty quickly, swigging the orange juice and gave a thumbs up to Alex.

“I’ll work until 1 o’clock, then I take a break,” Aristonicus said.

“Don’t worry about when you finish,” Alex said, “you do you.”

Alex proceeded to continue with his human campaign, spinning the office chair that only had a mediocre level of comfort, getting a new mouse and mouse-pad to accommodate his gaming. Aristonicus fed his electricity into the grid, and Alex kept tabs as the accounts kept growing. Again Aristonicus flopped on the sofa, £16.2 million was in the company accounts, and it was merely January the 4th. He stared as a cockroach scurried across the company floors.

“You skimped on the anti cockroach spray huh?” Aristonicus groaned.

“Damn it, it’s just like a Zerg! Die! Die! Die!”

“Maybe I need to hire a cleaner or something,” Aristonicus said, “oh yeah how was your gym session?”

“Good, I feel pumped,” Alex said, “nothing like a bit of exercise to start the day.”

Aristonicus looked at the money now in his account on his phone and gulped a little.

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“Is that 26.72 million in my account… whew, I’m buying a house.”

Aristonicus called a real estate agent in the area and haggled for a house that he liked.

“Yes it’s got to have a sauna, a pool, all of that kind of thing.”

“We have a property with seven bedrooms and six bathrooms for 11 million that fits your description.”

“Nothing smaller?” Aristonicus asked, “I mean, I am one guy, I don’t think I need seven bedrooms.”

“Well there’s nothing with what you asked, saunas and the like that has less rooms I’m afraid,” the real estate agent said.

“Alright £11 million will be sent to you expeditiously,” Aristonicus said, “if there is any extra money I can send to speed things up, I will.” He said.

“Thank you mr Syphax, it is a pleasure doing business with you,” the real estate agent said.

He watched as the digits on his phone went down from 26.72 million to 15 million and sighed.

“Jesus dude, you bought a mansion?” Alex said half laughing, “look at you!”

“Such a big house, I need someone to clean it, otherwise it’s going to be a dust house. Ah jeez I should have waited before buying something like that.”

“Let’s get something to eat, Chinese good with you?”

“Sure,” Aristonicus said.

They got a Chinese takeaway, chicken in black bean sauce with vegetable fried rice hit the spot, and Aristonicus was stuffed. 2 PM and Aristonicus was back to work, this time he worked for five hours straight. Alex had successfully beaten more missions of Starcraft looking at his boss and battery crashing out on the sofa.

“It’s still incredible how you feed the juice into the machine, Alt Energy is lucky to have you,”

Aristonicus huffed in a groan, completely spent of energy. He realised it was dinner time.

“Stocks?” He said half deliriously, “I’ll buy you stocks ok?”

“Thanks man.”

Aristonicus dialed up the real-estate agent and waited as the phone rang.

“Hi, when exactly can I move in?”

“Mr Syphax sir, they need until at least tomorrow, the lawyers are going as fast as possible I assure you.”

“Ok, thank you,” Aristonicus sighed, “I’ll come in tomorrow.”

Still he wore the same stinky tracksuits and sighed.

Matho would definitely laugh at me if he saw me right now. But maybe he would be proud of me. For once in my miserable life, I own something, not just owe someone something. 27 years of life have come to this point. Aristonicus laughed a little.

“13.5 million in the business accounts,” Alex said, “I won’t divide it today. I’ve already invested my share of the money in hastening my mortgage.”

“Oh really?” Aristonicus said, “good for you, being in debt is not good. I should know.”

The two of them laughed for a little, and he cantered off. The cold corridor getting colder as the night air creeped in.

“You can leave early tonight, I will work some more,”

“Thank you boss, you are the best!”

“Don’t sweat it, thank you for showing me how the systems work,” Aristonicus said, “couldn’t have done it without you.”

He spent half an hour going to the local Waitrose and buying the highest quality products he could buy. Juice, fruits, anything he could see, and then he left all smug, tapping his card and leaving.

Money can’t buy you happiness? What a liar.

He returned to working at 8pm and cracked out another 6 hours. Working until 1 o’clock in the morning. He had made £16.2 million, not neglecting to brush his teeth, he did so and completely crashed out until the morning.

Matho was making love to his woman, sliding his penis in and out of her, she sat on top of his hips, hoping to cum with vigour. Her clitoris rubbing against his abdomen.

Poor Aristonicus hasn’t experienced this yet. I wonder what that fool is doing right now?

He was sleeping, crashing out and smiling to himself at the large heap of money in his bank account. Everything was going to change soon, and Aristonicus knew it.