He’d sat down on the now familiar stone steps, weary, after his usual failed attempts to find a job and that’s when he saw her exit the taxi in a flowing silk dress, dripping in jewels, as a clasp came undone and her diamond bracelet slid silently to the pavement.
He’d said a polite excuse me and she’d turned around, her face at once expressing disgust at the sight of this unbecoming man, grabbed the necklace suspiciously and without a word of thanks, kept walking.
He’d shrugged as one quite used to such behaviour, then, felt a tap on his shoulder and saw a man in a crisp suit with a smile on his face, who’d held out his hand and said, Thank you for your honesty sir, can I please buy you a cup of coffee? And that’s how he’d become the Treasurer in the most reputed multinational on the block.
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