How to make a million

A million had always been his dream. It had a nice rounded sound to it, as did the majority of the numerals contained in it. Six zeros. Each fat, rounded, smooth skinned one his own.

He stretched his back, wincing at the crack of his vertebrae readjusting to the upright position he'd taken after hunching so long over the piles of notes o his table.

How had no-one else ever noticed how simple it was to amass such bounty, he wondered.

All it took was a little application, a bit of front and a long term plan.

Simple, really.