𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ━ shawn hunter¹

16│RISKY BUSINESS

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❛ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ʀɪsᴋʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ꒱


❝ SO, HOW ABOUT A KISS? ❞

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"Topanga and I invested our imaginary one thousand dollars in the stock market," Minkus said as the girl drew their charts on the whiteboard.

"And how did you do?" Mr. Feeny asked.

"We kicked Wall Street butt!" Minkus exclaimed proudly.

"Yet none of the companies we invested in discriminate on the basis of race, sex or bad karma," Topanga added as she drew a smiley face on the board.

"You gotta love her," Juliet said, watching the presentation. She definitely had a healthy amount of respect for the curly-haired girl and they probably would've been really good friends had it not been for Cory and Shawn.

Speaking of which: "you gotta lock her up," Shawn muttered.

"Well thought out, Mr. Minkus. Very politically correct, Miss Lawrence."

The two smiled happily and made their way back to their seats.

"Which company is next?" Mr. Feeny asked as Cory shifted in his seat.

"Mr. Feeny, this project wasn't due for another week," he protested.

"It's the project report, idiot," Juliet said as she slowly got to her feet.

"Miss Capelwood is correct," their teacher agreed. "Those companies who've made progress should have no problem."

"We have a problem," Shawn whispered to them. Instead of showing it though, the trio smiled confidently as Shawn picked up the marker.

Juliet leaned against the whiteboard and crossed her arms in front of her chest while Cory began: "our investment is proceeding. We are pleased to report that we have absolutely no losses and we haven't fired anybody and nobody's quit."

Shawn drew straight lines on their makeshift charts.

"They haven't even started yet," Minkus laughed. "My sweet, we always have a high-ranking, open position for you if you're interested," he told the redhead hopefully.

She wrinkled her nose. "Sorry, Minkus. Our company may be flatlining but a good captain goes down with the ship."

As the bell rang, she threw Mr. Feeny an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry. I know you put me with them so they'd do the work but I don't even have that influence."

"It's alright, Miss Capelwood," Mr. Feeny sighed. "It's about what I was expecting. Mr. Minkus was correct in offering you the chance to switch if you wish."

Juliet shook her head. "I'm not ready to give up yet, but thank you."

He nodded. "I guessed that would be your answer. Very well. Have a good day, Miss Capelwood."

"'Bye Mr. Feeny."

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"I'm glad our company is making money because as the future mother of my children, you're going to live in the lap of luxury because I'm a provider, babe," Minkus said to Juliet as she left the classroom.

"Minkus, Minkus, Minkus," the redhead said, imitating Shawn. "Have I ever told you that I want to run my own company? There won't be any time for children when I do that, so perhaps Topanga would be a better future wife."