She'd stick out like a sore thumb. She walked around the car with the salesman, agreeing that the paint job was fine, checked the speedometer, noted t...he miles and the amount of gas in the tank. When he finally handed her the keys, she couldn't wait to get away from him.She was pulling out of the parking lot into the last of the rush hour traffic when her beeper went off. She fumbled it out of her pocket, expecting it to be Nick. Instead it was a number she had never seen. It was a local number.. She owns a beautiful mansion over looking our city and several others. This is my life now:I do all chores every day which includes, dusting, mopping, cooking,dishwasher,laundry,cleaning theBathrooms, changing the sheets, cleaning the carpet and more. Mean while I'm not allowed to talk to her unless I ask permission or she grants it herself I rarely ask for permission as I rarely have anything important to say mostly something regarding food or supplies I need. I wake up at 4 each morning in. As the house came into view from behind a cluster of neem branches, her face turned even more gloomy. It was at Raju’s house that she had first met him. Priya, Raju’s wife, opened the door after making her wait outside for a while. Her bones chilled whenever she saw the look on that woman’s face. “Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to come in?” Priya’s voice was ice. Anjali curled her lips and walked in. What she ever did to wrong that woman, she had no idea.Raju gave her a. The courier took the camera andgave Martin a new one. It was very inferior to the one stolen from Ahmed.He also brought in a few bags of provisions and exchanged a new cooler forthe old one. On his way out, he kicked Trevor in the ribs and spat out oneword. "Pig!" Martin winced.Martin wanted to make sure that the courier would not return unexpectedly.He waited almost two hours, until the sun began to set, before he untiedTrevor. As he did, he kept hugging him without saying a word. Both.