Margaret called her cousin Tamara to tell her the good news. She had remembered her Bitcoin password and discovered her earnings had accumulated to twenty-seven thousand dollars’ worth of digital gold.
“What are you going to do with the money?” asked Tamara.
“I was thinking about donating it to grandpa’s foundation,” replied Margaret.
Tamara choked on the blue Gatorade she was drinking. “Margaret, you’re kidding!”
Grandpa’s foundation had fired Margaret four years prior. One of the organization’s board members had assaulted Margaret. She was let go a week after she reported the incident. The board member was one of grandpa’s closest friends.
Of course she was kidding.
“I was also considering hiring a hitman to take grandpa out.”
“That sounds more appropriate.”
“Okay, it’s settled then.”
The cancer would have killed grandpa within the year.
But parting ways with all that Bitcoin was worth every penny to send that motherfucker to hell 6 months early.
Enjoy eternal life with Satan, bitch.