Why Bother Fighting for This Meager Estate?

Summary

The entire Gates family could hear my thoughts.

On the first day they brought me to their estate, they wired their adopted son a thirty-thousand-dollar allowance. They sent me two hundred.

I complained silently.

Are you kidding me? Two hundred? I make more than that working the line at the plant.

As they waited, expressions of disdain on their faces, expecting me to grovel and beg for more, they heard my next thought.

So, the great Gates dynasty gives their son a grand total of thirty thousand and two hundred dollars a month? That won't even cover a square foot of thermal shielding.