The streets of Las Vegas mock you.

Flashing lights that say "win big money." Expensive cars parked in parking lots. Rich couples walking in and out of the casinos, flaunting their earnings to anyone and everyone.

While they were out on their Friday night having fun, you were sat on corner of Sahara Avenue, pleading the rich men and women that passed for just a bit of money. But to no avail.

The red Solo cup next to you had a few dollar bills and a wad of gum in it. That wouldn't even get you food to last a week.

Dejected, you leaned against the brick wall of the casino you were sat beside.

You sat there, thinking about what you had done to deserve this.

You were known as a kind person. It was that dumbass boss that got you fired because you didn't want to work from six in the morning to ten in the afternoon.

While zoned out, you had barely noticed the man now standing in front of you, waving his hand in front of your face.

"Hello...? Helloooo..."

You looked up, and realized just who this mystery man was.

Ray AuClair, the famous model and fasion designer who had recently became the youngest billionaire in the country.