Maria
Every week day at noon for the past two months, Mr Lancaster would sneak out of the house quiet as a mouse. He usually has an electric smile but that's only when he's with someone else other than his wife. A woman of a different breed would enter Mr. Lancaster's home. Tall, blonde, slim, brown, crack addict and the list goes on. There has been fifteen total.
Mr Lancaster is a man of business. He carries a suitcase and a leather coat draped over his wide shoulder. He is the head chair at Lancaster foundation. This foundation funds a lot of villages in India. He is the youngest billionare in the world at age twenty seven. Born into a wealthy but toxic household. His mother, Trisha, would beat him and force him to do things he shouldn't do to her. But what I can tell about Mr.Lancaster is that he abuses his power. Mr.Lancaster finds joy in degrading women with his fragile masculinity.
His wife, Elaine, wouldn't catch him in his mendacious and fraudulent acts, because she leaves for work early in the morning at five am then returns at six in the evening. Her wardrobe consists of a hot pink sleeveless shirt matched with some charcoal black athletic stretch pants. I want to believe she is a fitness director or personal trainor. On some days Elaine would spill some coffee on her shirt muttering a curse word. Her favorite one appears to be "shit."
I've watched this happen from my window diagonal from Mr. Lancaster's home with hawk eyes. His home is gigantically gorgeous! Its four stories tall. Ive never been in the inside but im sure its amazing. There is an ifinity pool in the back. Underground garage. Security scattered around. Different color flowers. A maid, personal driver, gardener, and chef.
Then there's me... Maria
