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As August filled out the paperwork, the cashier hovered nervously, checking his progress. Her earlier indifference had vanished, replaced by a palpable eagerness to assist him.

Once the forms were completed, she smiled brightly. "Thank you, Mr. Clementine. The transactions will be processed immediately, and your debts will be cleared. Would you like to receive confirmation emails?"

"Sure," August replied curtly.

"Is there anything else I can assist you with?" Her voice suddenly sounded sweet as she asked.

"I'd like to withdraw $30,000 in cash," August said, slipping his ID across the counter.

"Of course! Right away, sir."

She hurried to the back room to retrieve the money. When she returned, she handed him a neatly bound stack of bills.

"Here you go, Mr. Clementine. And may I just say, have you considered investing? We offer excellent portfolios—"

"I'm not interested," August cut her off while stuffing the cash into his bag.

As August turned to leave, the cashier couldn't help but stare at him.

Her earlier judgment was replaced by regret. "What a waste," she muttered under her breath.

She watched him stride out of the bank with his confident demeanor commanding attention from those around him. For someone who looked so rugged, he had the kind of presence that made her wish she'd treated him with respect from the start.

The sun was bright as August stepped onto the bustling street, shielding his eyes with his hand.

He took a deep breath and it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. The debts were gone, and he still had more than enough to start building the future he envisioned.

He muttered to himself, "Now onto the next."

And with that, he disappeared into the crowd.

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A three-story luxury establishment with massive glass windows displaying mannequins dressed in the latest high-end fashion stood before August.

A smooth gold-lettered sign above the entrance read "Eden Threads". Well-structured steps led to glass doors that swished open automatically as customers entered.

Inside, the air was crisp and subtly perfumed with a scent reminiscent of vanilla and sandalwood.

The floors were made of polished oak, and crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a soft glow over the carefully arranged racks of clothing.

Around the perimeter, velvet seats were available for customers to rest while attendants catered to their every whim. Luxurious music played softly in the background, completing the high-end ambiance.

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August stepped inside with his worn-out outfit starkly contrasting with the glamorous surroundings.

Heads turned as he strolled in, drawing people's attention despite his modest attire. His tall frame, confident gait, and piercing gaze added a charisma that made people look thrice, even though his clothes betrayed no wealth.

One of the staff members, a young woman with impeccably styled blonde hair and a name tag reading "Claire", glanced at him and immediately dismissed him.

She leaned over to her colleague, whispering loud enough for August to overhear, "What's he doing here? Did he get lost?"

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Ignoring the whispers, August began perusing the racks of clothes. His sharp eyes darted from one piece to the next.

His instincts kicked in as he calculated combinations and the impression they would leave as a businessman.

Claire finally approached barely masking her disdain with a polite tone. "Sir, if you're looking for something... affordable, I suggest you try the lower aisles," she voiced while motioning towards a section at the far end of the store.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

August looked up from the rack with a calm look and responded with a tone of subtle authority. "I'm exactly where I need to be."

Claire's lips twitched into a forced smile, and she took a small step back. "Of course. Let me know if you need any... assistance."

August moved through the aisles, selecting tailored long-sleeve shirts in crisp whites, deep blues, and subtle patterns.

He added a few tailored office trousers and paired them with vests and lightweight coats that exuded professionalism.

Occasionally, he picked up a long trench coat or a slim-fit blazer, feeling the fine fabric between his fingers. The price tags were steep, some pieces costing upward of $4,000, but he didn't blink.

"Can you hold these for me?" he asked while handing Claire a small stack of clothes.

Her professionalism wavered for a moment as she looked at the pile. "Are you sure, sir? Perhaps I can recommend something more... budget-friendly?"

August gave her a pointed look as his calm tone cut through her pretense. "You're here to assist, aren't you? Just follow me."

Claire bit back her irritation and silently followed him. Her arms got filled up with more clothing as he moved through the store.

Internally, she fumed, 'He's wasting my time. Let's see how he plans to pay for all this.'

After selecting his outfits, August moved toward the women's section.

He picked a few stylish yet modest pieces for Sophia, imagining how they would look on her. A couple of pastel sweaters, jeans, and even a coat with fur-lined edges joined the growing pile in Claire's arms.

Claire's patience was wearing thin, but she maintained her façade. "Shopping for someone else, sir?" Her tone dripped with mock politeness.

"My little sister," August replied curtly, inspecting a scarf before adding it to the pile.

By the time they returned to the counter, Claire's arms were overloaded with clothes.

She sighed audibly as she dropped everything onto the counter, certain this would end in embarrassment for August.

The cashier who was a well-dressed man with slicked-back hair, scanned the items meticulously.

"Your total is $57,423," the cashier voiced with a flat but professional tone.

Claire smirked slightly, folding her arms as she watched August. "Quite the total. Shall I put some of it back?"

August raised an eyebrow. "That won't be necessary."

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a black credit card and handed it over. The cashier's eyebrows shot up slightly at the card's premium status. He swiped it through the machine, and after a moment, the transaction was approved with a soft beep.

Claire froze with her jaw slack as the realization hit her.

The man she had dismissed as a nobody had just paid for clothes worth more than her monthly salary without hesitation. She scrambled to regain her composure as the cashier handed August his receipt.

"Thank you for shopping with us, sir," the cashier said before bowing slightly.

August gathered his bags with a faint smirk playing on his lips. Before leaving, he turned to Claire. "Bye."

Claire's face flushed red as she stammered, "Y-Yes, sir. Thank you for shopping with us."

With that, August strolled out of the store, his bags in hand. He

The luxurious store continued with its usual activity, but the staff wouldn't soon forget the man who turned her assumptions upside down.

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Carrying multiple bags in both hands, August approached his apartment.

The familiar sight of peeling paint on the building's walls and the rusting railings on the stairway made him pause. He sighed, realizing how unsafe and unsuitable this place truly was, especially for Sophia.

The occasional power outages and lack of proper amenities had become a frustrating norm, but they had endured it because there wasn't another choice.

But now, with his financial situation slowly turning around for the better, perhaps it was time to make a change.

He entered the apartment, carefully setting the bags down on the small dining table.

The space was cramped and poorly lit, with only a single window offering natural light. It was clean, thanks to Sophia's efforts, but no amount of tidying could hide the cracks in the walls or the damp spots in the ceiling.

August checked his watch—it was just past 3 p.m. Sophia would be home soon, but he couldn't wait for her.

He needed to take the next steps for their future, starting with scouting a new apartment and finding a location for his business.

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A short walk brought him to the bustling café, Digital Haven. The faint sounds of conversation filled the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries.

Inside, the place was alive with people on their laptops or chatting with friends.

August glanced toward the counter but didn't see Remi. Instead, a younger barista in a neatly pressed uniform greeted him with a polite smile.

He made his way to his usual corner table, where a cozy lamp cast a warm glow over the wooden surface. Pulling out his laptop, he powered it up, connected to their hotspot, and opened a browser to start his search.

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As he scrolled through listings, he muttered to himself, "Alright, I need somewhere central, busy, and spacious enough for both storage and customer flow."

The listings varied wildly. Small spaces in quieter neighborhoods ranged from $10,000 to $20,000 monthly, but those wouldn't attract much traffic.

He moved on to pricier business districts, scanning through skyscrapers with spacious offices.

One particularly striking option caught his eye: a glass-fronted building in the city's center, with wonderful architecture and ample room for both storage and customer interactions.

But his excitement dimmed as he read the price: $800,000 per month.

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. "Go big or go home?" he muttered. "Or should I start small and scale up later?"

After some deliberation, he decided on a middle-ground solution. A downtown location priced at $40,000 monthly caught his eye. It was spacious enough to accommodate his plans and in a decent area with moderate foot traffic.

"This will do for now," he thought.

He found the agent's number listed on the screen and dialed.

The phone rang twice before a chipper voice answered. "Hello, this is Angela from Cityscape Realty. How can I help you?"

"Hi, Angela," August greeted with a polite but firm tone. "I'm interested in the space listed downtown for $40,000 monthly. Is it still available?"

"Let me check for you," Angela replied. There was a brief pause, followed by a click of keys in the background. "Yes, it's available! Would you like to schedule a viewing?"

"Yes, as soon as possible. When are you available?"

"We can meet tomorrow morning at 10 a.m.," Angela suggested.

"Perfect. I'll be there. Thanks."

After confirming the details, August ended the call, feeling a small sense of accomplishment.

Next, he began searching for apartments. He wanted a two-bedroom place in a safer, quieter neighborhood with reliable utilities and modern amenities.

His budget was flexible, but he didn't want to spend recklessly.

As he browsed through listings, his focus was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite customer!"