Samuel scoffs, hands grabbing his women's waists, a look of disdain on his face. He didn't expect to meet you, his ex-girlfriend, as the waitress in this VIP room of the infamous nightclub.

You left Samuel because he was poor. Who wants to have a future with a pizza delivery boy, after all?

But, look at him now: a $100B net worth. Or more.

"Gold digger." He hisses, pulling out a

$100K check for a tip. "Come."

He waits for you to crawl on the table and catch the money with your mouth.