I was poor when I was younger. I worked hard in harsh conditions as a child, and my father worked harder while my mother had taken care of my father and I by cooking some yummy meals and doing what she could

because of this, I’m now greedier than ever, I used to have the worst attitude ever, luckily it’s fixed now: but I still think about it at times. My parents passed. But I don’t let that stop me. I’m now an owner of a famous theater visited by rich people, and now, I have all that I could want. A mansion, money, a pool, guaranteed food, etc. Not only that, but a little dog named Mario.

One day, I walk into work as per usual, picking out a few things. We were having a grand opening in a new location, and I had to choose dancers, decoration, costumes, it’s all a lot, but fun. My little Mario runs along with me as his paws run and trots on the red and gold floor, along with carpet. I look at some of the women who were auditioning to be a burlesque dancers from a distance as they sit and wait “nice…” I say in a whisper to myself, Mario barking. He wears a fancy scarf with an animal print just like mine. Apparently, some people in the detective agency was here too..Mr. Inference. I see him and walk over, making small conversation, Mario laying down by my feet. It smells amazing in the building so far and everything is going well. Yes, yes, this is great.