The economics lecture hall was packed. It was the first day of the new term.
Professor Wealth (a man who wore a gold watch and drove a Bentley) stood at the podium.
"Compound Interest," Professor Wealth said. "Einstein called it the eighth wonder of the world. He who understands it, earns it. He who doesn't, pays it. It is the snowball effect. Small gains, over time, become massive."
Alex sat in the middle row. He was spinning a pen.
Compound Interest.
He thought about his life.
Life Three.
It had started as a flicker. A second chance.
He was Alex Finch.
Born in London. Raised on the streets and in the academy.
He had started as a kid who knew too much. A ten-year-old with the brain of a veteran striker. He had used the [PLAYER INSIGHT SYSTEM] to cheat physics and predict the future.
He remembered the first trial. The muddy pitch. The doubt.
He remembered meeting Mark. The fastest kid alive, who ran like a cartoon character and ate like a king.
