The two men shake hands and share a smile with each other. The one holding papers and a briefcase in one hand walks away whilst the other looks up at the new town house they just bought. A beautiful building made with red brick. Stunning glass windows and a chimney that connects to the warming fire inside the house.

This was the ninth building he had bought with his grandfather's money. There was never anything wrong with the previous houses, but he needed more. He needed to be able to say that he owned that many houses. That they all belonged to him.

The first steps into the newly bought house was like a hypnotising symphony to his ears and yet, there was still a nagging at the back of his head. ‘Nine is hardly enough.’ the voice taunts ‘why settle for nine when you could own millions?’ he sure did hate his inner voice at times.

The door clicks open and suddenly blaring music is heard. He walks to where the music is coming from. Outside is his lovely new freshly cut green grassed garden, but the sound of some swearing rap song destroys the pleasant nature outside. His next door neighbours were having a bbq party. Groups and groups of people hanging around together, laughing and joking. Listening to loud music and drinking the evening away. And worst of all, they were all young. Younger than him.

He felt his lips turn down. ‘Should’ve picked the house on the other side of town.’ his inner voice chuckles at him.