CHAPTER 88: PSYREX
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"So the billionaires of this city hold fundraisers. Shocking," Maya said as she smirked.
"What's shocking about it?" Mr Weeks asked, with a peal of brief laughter
"Tell me, where does the money go to? Into your pockets or?.... No, tell me, surprise me." Maya said, hoping to get a different positive answer.
"Maya, it's for the city. You should know since you come from around here." Mr Weeks expected Maya to know these things since she said was an Indigene.
"This city doesn't need that much money you billionaires generate. Other neighbouring places are suffering, those are the places that need you and your likes' support." Maya stressed.
Mr Weeks listened to her astounded by the way she sounded. She reminded him of his late wife.
"Why aren't you saying anything back?" Maya asked, surprised at Mr Weeks reaction.
"You sound like my wife." Mr Weeks said as he turned away from Maya.