His fake assistant

20 questions (8)

"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks."

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We are walking to Mr. William's car. Yeah, I know I said I won't give in his offer for a ride, well my bad. I'm too tired to take the bus alone at night. It's been a long day, right?

We walk up the parking lot passing by many cars and we still haven't arrived by his.

Ohw well, I now know why.

I finally see a golden sign with 'William's place' written on it. He sure most be rich to have a golden sign only for him.

He's a billionaire for bubble gum's sake, Faye.

I spot his car and my mouth gapes open. Like what? This billionaire life's most surely be good.

I don't know anything about cars, but even a blind person could feel the aura which screams 'RICH'.

It's a matte black car just casually standing there. My eyes take a sharp look at it and can only wonder how much it costs, probably more than what I would have in my whole fudging life.

I think it's a Tesla. Yeah, definitely a Tesla. Like I said before I know nothing about cars, but if you have a crazy friend that always talks about his dream car and even made a whole presentation about his 'baby Tesla'. Then it would be weird if you don't know it.

Speaking of which. I'm wondering how David's doing. Did he get his Tesla?

Nah, probably not.

He is still probably broke as fudge.

"Princess, I see you like my car? If you like this one I have plenty others", Mr.William exclaims blissfully.

Wait! He has other expensive cars that I could never afford?

Man, so cliché.

I want to roll my eyes, a billionaire who has many other cars.

    "I don't really like your car, Mason. I'm more into vintage cars, not in these modern cars", I say truly.

I see Mr. William brow skunks up, looking at me as if he can't believe it. After seconds looking in my eyes he lifts his shoulder and opens the door.

Well, better said the door opens itself making me almost jump up. Is this a typical wealthy life in New York? In my farm we need to pull the door open of our tractor with all our force. The door is so heavy that I once almost broke my back, trying to open it.

It's kind of cute. The car looks like a bat.

Mr. William glances at me indicating to go inside. I step in and am immediately blown away by the warmth.

    Well, hot body plus hot car, makes sense.

    "That's the heat of the seat", he says casually.

    "Wait. There are heated seats? Man, can this car surprise me even more? I now know why David wanted a Tesla", I mutter under my breath.

Mr. William tenses up:"who's that David guy?"

    "David is a friend of mine from High School", I answer not knowing why he asked.

He looks at me trying to figure something out, but then break the staring and starts the car.

    Well, okay.