They Fight For Inheritance, But I Fight Aliens

Synopsis

So, my new, ultra-rich family can hear my every thought. On my first day living in their mansion, they transfer their precious adopted daughter $100,000 for "pocket money." My phone pings a moment later. They've sent me a grand total of fifty bucks. I scoff. Fifty bucks? Seriously? My last part-time gig on the assembly line paid better. They all look down at me, their expressions dripping with condescension, waiting for me to grovel and scrape. But then, their expressions freeze as my next thought echoes in their minds. [Wait, a top family's combined monthly allowance for their daughters is only $100,050? You couldn't even buy a square foot of aerospace-grade thermal shielding with that.] [Why would I even bother fighting over this chump change?] [I have a production quota of thirty spacecraft to meet by the end of the year. I have real problems to solve, like planetary defense systems. I don't have time to play "who's the favorite child."]