“I’m not going to call you Boss. You can’t win!”

Charlie’s eyes filled with fury as he dialed his father once more. If looks could kill, Casper would be dead. As the line connected, Charlie shouted into the phone, “Dad, I need two hundred thousand!”

“Charlie, why are you suddenly asking for so much money? What about the hundred thousand I just transferred to your account? Are you kidnapped? Don’t scare me.” His dad’s voice drifted out of the receiver.

Casper almost burst out laughing when he overheard the conversation. Only years of etiquette classes held him back, though he stared contemptuously at Charlie.

“Dad, I’m not kidnapped. Some broke loser’s embarrassing me; I need the money to get one over him!” Charlie gritted out.

The money was in his account barely a minute later.

Charlie donated the entire sum right away. Casper acted like he was in a dilemma once more before he matched the amount.

“You should give up, Mr. Class President. I’m still up by ten. Just get on your knees and call me Boss. I’m waiting,” Casper commented nonchalantly.

Meanwhile, everyone in the class was staring at the situation with their mouths agape. They wondered just how much money Casper won in that mysterious lottery.

Did he win the one million jackpot? Kitty must be blind if he did!

I can’t

his father and

loud demand. Stunned, they could not imagine just

doubled, they began doubting Casper’s ability

broke loser come up with half a million this easily? If

the receiver, and he hung up on Charlie after telling

around. His frantic mind suddenly slowed when he realized that his father was right. He

me for a fool?” he fumed as he

I guarantee I’ll always be ahead of you by a tenner. Get lost if you don’t have the money! You broke

fury, though no words

pleasure from finally forcing the pretentious Charlie into a

people entered the classroom, including the dean of the university. They were here to

He pulled Casper and Charlie with him, boasting about their close to half a million contributions each.

of you fulfill the conditions of the bet? Kneel and call me Boss. You should be prepared for humiliation if you’re going to dole it out

“Mr. Tripp, you suggested the bet yourself. You’re not

and calling you Boss.” After learning more details about the situation,

announced as he

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