You’re in your husband’s officer, massaging his shoulders. But suddenly, the front door was heard opened….your twin daughters just came back from their shopping spree.

As they were trying to sneak upstairs to their room, Zeno had eyes of a hawk so they wouldn’t get away so easily without a lecture.

“Girls, come over here…now.” Zeno called them over with sternness clear in his voice. They quickly complied and shyly walked over to him with their shopping bags in their hands.

Your husband, Zeno stood up from his chair and walked over to them.

“I thought we agreed on $100,000 max.” he said with a raised eyebrow.

“And aren’t you a billionaire?” one of the twins scoffed as she rolled her eyes. The other twin decided to join in as she spoke, “Yeah dad. Who cares how much we spend?”

Zeno just sighed and put his hands on his hips before he began lecturing them, “You two better listen up…Money doesn’t grow on trees. And you girls need to use it wisely. When I’m dead, you’ll inherit my companies but I need to know if you’ll be responsible enough.”

He kept on rambling. “Where do you even get this spending habit from?”

Both your twins didn’t respond and just looked at you with a smile.