Is this my Billionaire Origin Story?

As a kid, I always used to have my head in the clouds and my nose in a book. Life was simple. Enid Blyton was the best author in the world and there was nothing more fascinating than a murder mystery. I remember being especially obsessed with Secret Seven, which features a group of you guessed it, seven kids running around solving murders and overseeing a secret society in their free time. There are only 15 books in this series, but to me they seemed endless. I desperately wanted to be a part of their secret society with all its clandestine meetings and coded rituals but what I wanted the most of all, was to solve my very own mystery murder. I wanted to be a detective, a Walmart Sherlock Holmes, if you will, using my amazing skills of deduction for the good of the world, to find out from a blood stain on a piece of cloth, that it was the victim's brother who killed her because she refused to give up her inheritance.

The summer I turned 12 I was on a hunt for a juicy murder to test my capabilities as a newly minted friendly Neighborhood Spider Women. And somehow my 12-year-old brain decided the perfect victim for the imaginary first murder I was going to solve, was our flat's watchman. This is something I truly feel guilty about to this day, because our watchman was the sweetest person ever. He would give us his water whenever we were thirsty, share his snacks with us, give us first aid whoever we fell, not to mention actually ensure our flat was safe. Poor man had no idea that I was plotting the many gruesome ways he could be found dead whenever I greeted him with a smile every morning. However much I tried to manifest a murder and will it into existence with my sheer determination, the neighborhood remained peaceful and our watchman unfortunately healthy. I had also not fallen so low in life to actually become a psychopath and murder people just to play detective - detective, so I had to move on to plan B.

You see the kids in secret seven never actually went looking for a murder, murder found them. The book always started with them doing something fairly innocuous, like going on trip, or helping their parents renovate a barn or something. In one of the books, they band together and set up a lemonade stand in their neighborhood, and this seemed to me the perfect cover as I eves dropped on elevator conversations looking for the perfect victim. The lemonade stand would just be a front for me to do some underground sleuthing for any murders happening in our building ad carry out my super-secret undercover mission. 

To this day I will never understand how I managed to convince all my friends in the flat, not to mention their parents that the perfect way for all of us to spend our summer vacation was to make lemonade and buttermilk and sell it to the poor unsuspecting people in our apartment going about their day. But that' exactly what happened for the 3 days we managed to set up the lemonade and buttermilk stand. It was 3 days of us raiding our houses for lemons, sugar, salt and curd. It was us congregating at the entrance of our flat every evening, hawking our wares to entertained adults, who out of amusement brought our probably disgusting tasting lemonade and buttermilk (none of us were master chef's) It was the most fun 3 days of my life, but what was even better was the money we earned out of those 3 days. We counted the money pouch at the end of 3 days, to find that we had earned about 600 rupees (granted most of the lemonade was brought by us ourselves) but it seemed to us less like 600 rupees and more like a 100 crore.

The whole idea started because I wanted to solve a murder, but that thought did not even cross my mind as I coordinated the raw material needed for making the lemonade and buttermilk, as I set up the table that was to double as our 'stand' and as I counted how much we earned at the end of the day. It was only after we had spent all the money at KFC stuffing ourselves with our hard-earned money, that this thought occurred to me, maybe my calling in life wass not being a detective and solving murders, but being a businesswoman, a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. A mercenary life of making money through business seemed the best and most appropriate path in life to me. So, it's goodbye sherlock and hello Ambani.