The next day

After the meeting with the real estate agent, you decide to go home and chill out for the rest the day. At some point, your father comes home and confronts you about disappearing from the store earlier.

You apologize to him, and gather him, your mother, and your sister in the living room to tell them that you got a callback from the New York Tribune and start next week as a reporter. Additionally, you tell them you've found a place (you don't tell them where and what) and will be moving out tomorrow. The family is both surprised and happy for you. Your younger sister, Jessica, is especially proud of you as she gives you a hug. Blessed with your mother's good looks and light blonde hair, Jessica is following directly behind in your footsteps, in her last year at Columbia for journalism. When she inquires about the 5 rings on your right hand, you casually deflect the question, saying that you're trying out a new fashion thing. You can tell from the look on their faces that your parents disapprove, but they say nothing.

Satisfied that your family doesn't question your story without the use of any magic rings, you retire to your room for the night after dinner.

The next morning, you receive a call from Ron Sturgis, the real estate agent. He says the owner of the mansion can meet you at noon.

After a late breakfast, you teleport to the mansion around noon. You saw two cars in the driveway. The owner, Olivia Pinke, must be here already.

The door is open and Ron greets you as you enter. He leads you into the living area, where a petite, young brunette with a bob cut is busy texting. This would be the 20 year old heir.

"Ms. Pinke, the buyer is here," Ron announces as he clears his throat.

She looks up from her phone, and smiles, extending a hand. "Hi! I'm Olivia. Thanks for taking this house off my hands. Mom left me so many properties that I didn't know what to do with all of them. To be honest, I don't think she knew what to do with them either."

You shake her hand. You are about a head taller than her, and she's dressed like a schoolgirl, in sweater over a shirt, and a short plaid skirt. She is very pretty, with sharp facial features and stunning green eyes, but you can also tell that she is rather flat-chested. You wish one of your magic rings allowed you to give her bigger boobs.

"Hi Olivia, I'm John. Thanks for agreeing to come here. I love this house."

Then, you discreetly activate the mind control ring. First, you instruct Ron to leave. His services are no longer required here.

Next, you say to Olivia: "Olivia, this is what you're going to do. You're going to get your lawyer to draw up the paperwork, and have this house legally transferred to me. You're also going to wire me $5 million as a gift, because we're such good friends. Here are the bank details on this piece of paper. Do you understand so far?"

As she takes the piece of paper from you, she replies, "Yes."

"Good. One more thing, you're going to move into this house as well. You'll have one of the guest rooms. If anyone asks, it's because you're lonely after your mother died and want to live with your new friend, me. From now onward, you will regard me as your best friend, and behave as though we have been best buds for years. Apart from that, you should go about your life as though nothing as changed. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

And now you have a big house, money, and a rich friend. You smile as you think about how much your life has improved since coming into possession of the magic rings.