![]() ![]() At the rate she was going it would take the entire year, a year spent in front of the computer, to rid herself of the money. She knew it would be easier and quicker to just hit the lend button instead of reading all the stories, but she was entranced by the bravery of the women. The tiny amounts tangible, truly helping the women to set up little businesses, or attend university in their far off regions. The microloans, and she never intended them to pay her back, she had set up the system to reloan the money to others upon repayment, were meaningful. She was growing frustrated, she had hoped to disperse at least 100,000 dollars on her first day as a multi-millionaire. ![]() She had managed to provide eighty loans in the previous few hours, totaling a little over 48,000 dollars. “One more…” She muttered to herself as she clicked open a new entry on, a website that provided microloans to women in developing countries. She seldom stayed up later than 10:30 since her daughters had gone away to school. It was a little past midnight, late for her to be up. Faye stretched her arms over her head and yawned as she glanced at the time on her computer. ![]()
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