It's not like Vero was doing anything special with her life. School? That's a laugh, except for B the heart surgeon,(a family aberration), none of the clan bought into education. Sit in a class and memorize stupid shit taught by underpaid teachers driving Korean shit boxes? Not a fucking chance! Real education was about how to score the best deal in any given situation. Rip off the pizza delivery guy, or con the parking lot attendant, take off without paying the restaurant tab. Then work yourself up to real estate fraud and tax evasion. So if Vero was twenty, reasonably hot, part-time religious, out of school with work absolutely out of the question, than there was only one option: marry a filthy rich tribesman. So mom and dad made a few calls, and set her up with Y, who was studying business at UCLA. (Best way to get a visa). Y was the perfect catch, fresh off the boat from the old country, from the famous Z family whose third world fortune was made from customs and duty fraud. It was every thing that Vero's papa could hope for: a match that was both filthy and rich.
The couple lived happily ever after, had a bunch of kids and bought lotsa properties for cash.
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