"You're just another billionaire." Cecilia accused.
Seeing her undisguised look of mock disgust, Arkai chuckled. Cecilia truly had some prejudice against billionaires… And for a lot of good reasons.
"Actually, I am not." Arkai smiled sheepishly. "I pay my people, even at entry level, handsomely. And I pay my taxes without trying to wiggle out of them with financial technicalities."
"I don't use loans either. You know Eastiel's family, right? We are… we are kind of the same thing, system-wise. A lot of assets. Not a lot of hoarded cash. The money moves and it goes to people. It builds things."
"Are you trying to say that billionaires are evil, money-hoarding demons?" The corner of Cecilia's lips twitched despite herself.
"I actually am." Arkai said sincerely. "Also, I use a lot of money to build an actual, strong, millions-strong community of skilled and wonderful working-class people, alright? I am not like those snobby pieces of—ahem."
