One Click To Kill Their Greed
Language: en
My new laptop cost me twenty-five hundred dollars. It was a high-end beast, custom-specced for the kind of heavy rendering my job demands. When my nephew asked to borrow it to finish his senior capstone project, I didn't even hesitate. I said yes. The next day, he posted on Instagram: “Just flipped this used rig for eight hundred bucks. Pure profit! Living my best life!” I clicked the photo. There it was. My laptop. The same specs, the same serial number sticker on the corner, the same custom finish. I didn’t call him. I didn’t scream. I simply pulled up my admin portal. After remotely…