Get Rid of the Greed

By Oly Etis

Well you have to read it to see what’s about. After all, it is not long. In line with the idea, half of my net profit from this book will be donated to charitable organizations dedicated to promoting the living, health and education of the less privileged. Every year, an announcement on the exact donations will come out through my twitter account: @oly_etis.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Polychronis Kostoulas
• Release date: Aug 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781631026966

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Get Rid of the Greed

Get Rid of the Greed

Copyright

Get rid of the greed

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Copyright © 2014 by the author and publisher of this work that wrote it under the pen name Oly Etis.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

ISBN: 978-1-63102-696-6

Prologue

Well you have to read it to see what’s about. After all, it is not long.

In line with the idea, half of my net profit from this book will be donated to charitable organizations dedicated to promoting the living, health and education of the less privileged. Every year, an announcement on the exact donations will come out through my twitter account: @oly_etis.

The plasterboard

John ran up the stairs to the third floor. He strode past the desks of his employees with a soldier-like gait and didn’t even take the time to mumble, Good morning, lads, as he would normally do. He rushed into his office and snapped the door shut behind him.

Be careful with that door, said a man sitting in John’s chair with his legs on John’s desk. That thin plasterboard is not expected to stand your temper.

John didn’t say anything—he just took off his coat and hung it.

If you ask me, I prefer it as it was before, continued the man who looked identical to John. Don’t tell me it wasn’t better with Jane sitting by your side. But you had to find a-how did you put it–ah, yes! ‘A fast, cheap and convenient solution’ to split the floor plan so you could have a private office.

John scowled and glared at his image.