Quickly, I dropped a one thousand dollar note out of the four thousand dollars in my purse, for her to sort the groceries out, before leaving. Someone, a woman in her late thirties to be precise, had gifted it to me on a fateful day. My research team and I went for a three day excursion trip to Washington state.
I had just finished taking lunch in a cafe, when I spotted her looking frustrated, from the troubles of her expensive car.
“Hello, ma'am! May I know what is wrong with your car?" I had asked on getting closer to her, already bracing myself for any harsh words. She looked wealthy without being told.
“Honestly darling,I really don't know! It suddenly stopped moving, and I don't know what to do!” She said, politely, and I was shocked at her response. She must be different from the
