He had to do something with the money. He needed it to work for him. But where to invest it? He had to decide, and quickly.
There were several options. Some safe but not very profitable, others risky but with a chance of reaping enormous rewards.
There was only one way to decide. A stab in the dark. He closed his eyes and prodded the paper.
The ground shook as the horses thundered past, each jockeying for first place – except his which trotted by like a disinterested donkey.
Right. Race two. Number six looks hopeful, but…..
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