The Master Of Deception's Richest Game

tual superiority. Antoinette dragged Kellen into the room by his

ting to a wooden stool i

ed the cat ears, pla

extbook titled Advanced Macroeconomic Theory. She

" she slurred. "You're just a body. A pretty, e

fiscal multipliers and government spending. Her words were runnin

ation. She stared at the

he muttered. "Why

eemed to mock her. She grabbed a heavy

tion!" she

arker whizzed past his ear and hit the wa

"Explain it to me! Tell me wha

MIT two years ago, studying at the public library until they kicked him out at cl

He looked at the floo

ey circulates, Ma'am? Like... one dolla

her brain trying to process his

ess," she

iously. She made a mistake in the third line of the calcul

hed. He wanted to correct her. It

?" he ask

napped, not t

y the marginal propensity

d. She saw the minus sign she had written.

he said. "I wa

e lost her balance. Her heel caught on

d that belied his relaxed posture. He caught her by the

he heat radiating off her skin. She looked up at him, her eyes unfocused. In the dim light of the stud

was open, ready to slap the

t pull away. He stared her dow

seemed to say. A

n, it dropped to her side. The anger drained out of he

issed," she

Kellen stood over her, the textbook in his hand. He glanced at the page she ha