The Mac made some noises and the power light flashed red for a second.

“What is that thing doing?”

“Making money.”

“Wh… how is it doing that?”

“By locating commodities in high demand, purchasing them, selling them at a profit, and arranging inexpensive shipment.”

“Are you kidding me? That thing is older than I am. I think my mother stored her music on it.”

“It is adequate.”

The Mac made the noise again. The power light flashed red.

“What does that mean?”

“The alert is triggered every time your account is increased by ten thousand ronds.”

I checked my phone… and nearly choked.

“What… how did… why…”

“You agreed to hire me. I have to be sure you can afford me.”