Noah stirred awake, the soft chime of his phone vibrating on the table beside him, pulling him from sleep. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the daylight filtering through the curtains. The screen of his phone lit up repeatedly with a string of notifications.
[Ding! $249,999 has been credited to your bank account ending in xx04.]
[Ding! $1,256,250 has been credited to your bank account ending in xx04.]
[Ding! $695,256 has been credited to your bank account ending in xx04.]
[Ding!...]
The notifications flooded in one after another, a continuous stream from his banking app. Noah rubbed his eyes, sitting up as he scrolled through the deposits. It was that time of the month—dividends day.
All his investments were paying off. His ownership of Walls4Us. His ownership of An's Gourmet, the high-end restaurant chain that had become a favourite of food critics.
