Inheritence

I was told of the stipulation after the rest of the family left, having received their inheritances. With all the trust funds he willed to my cousins, one would think he had no money left in his historically deep wallet. 

But such would not be the case this time around.

"And you, I know that my death was probably very hard for you. So, I am willing to make amends for the time I was unable to spend with you while I was still alive," it started. I groaned inwardly. He probably was just going to leave me some keepsake, useless today. 

"A sum of thirteen billion dollars in gold bullion and diamond ore from my now dry mines will be yours, provided you follow the instructions following,"

Thirteen billion. Wow!

"Throughout these tasks, please keep in mind that should you fail any one of them, your inheritence will go instead to my good friend, Fred,"

Wait, what?

I knew Fred. A nice enough guy, but socially inept. If there was something wrong with your appearance, he would let you know. And, he was a moocher. World class, if there's such thing for mooching. He is doubtless the best at it. A moocher like Fred has no right to inherit that much money. 

"Task one: You will be allotted five-hundred dollars for this task. Your job is to get onto national news. How you accomplish this is none of my concern. Just get on the screen for at least a few seconds and we'll consider it done,"

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Well, nobody said this would be easy.