Friendly Helper.

The dawn of the next morning meets Richard, sitting blankly on the floor of his living room.

Apparently, he had not let there since the day before since he's still in the same dress and still the same bewildered expression on his face. Suddenly, he moves and turns around, turning to face the couch that his money had been hidden just less than twelve hours before. He stands up halfway, and walks with his knees to the chair, not feeljnf the sharp cuts of the glass shards into his knees. He pushes it out so the back is facing him. He puts his hand through the open zip and feels around, feeling nothing.

Arielle had made sure to pack everything and he was pretty sure that Ivy and Ashton rechecked just to be doubly sure that she had left nothing behind.

All of his one point seven billion dollars plus has been packed and taken from him, without even as much as a fight from his end. He glances behind him at the few hundred dollar bills that Ivy had thrown to him before she left.

"Fuck! Fuck i