The first thing Yohan did after waking up that morning was pick up his phone and check his bank account. He refreshed it over and over for the hundredth time.
"Seventeen million, four hundred and six thousand, two hundred and twenty-three dollars," he muttered, eyes widening.
He still couldn't believe it. Falling back on his bed, he stared at the ceiling.
"Seventeen million dollars," he whispered. "That's… a lot of money."
He sighed. Surprisingly, he wasn't as excited as he thought he would be. The world was still spinning, the sky was still blue. Nothing had magically changed just because there was a fortune sitting in his account.
"I wonder if my name will go into the Forbes list," Yohan thought aloud. "I guess it would… I'm probably one of the richest people in this city."
Even as he spoke about it, it felt unreal.
"I can do anything with this money. I can go anywhere. I might even be able to buy a person if I wanted. Damn…"
