So far Roman had spent the majority of his own investment funds gaining prize tickets—more than four hundred dollars. The cash had originated from the little safe on his bureau, the one with the words PRIVATE FUND printed over the back. The cash had a place with him, be that as it may, aside from minor buys, he was just expected to go through it with authorization. For over seven days before he was grounded, Roman had transformed twenties into tokens until the point when he didn't have anything cleared out.