"This here is a Range Rover 2015 Sport with black interior and sun roof. The gas mileage is about 20 city and 24 highway. Would you like to take a look inside?" The Saleswomen asked me.
"Yeah.." She opens up the driver door and I look all inside the car. I had to admit it looked nice on the inside and outside. On the inside, it was black leather seats and it had a touch screen GPS with all these other gadgets instilled in it. "This is nice. Can take it for a test drive?"
"Sure you can, just let me get the keys." I nod my head and I climb into the driver seat. Admiring all the features on the inside the car had to offer. Before I knew it, she came back with the keys and handed them to me. I started the car up as she climbed in the passenger seat. I was about to pull off. "Seat belt, safety first." She said with a smile. I smiled back and fastened my seat belt.
I pull out of the dealership lot as I began to drive down the road. The ride was smooth and I was enjoying the way the car rode. I was in need of a new car and so was Amirah. Our cars were getting old and I decides to just get us some new ones, but I was going to surprise her.
We were going to get matching car, I will get an all black one while she gets an all white one. As I drive, I see in the corner of my eyes the Saleswomen eyeballing me. "What you looking at me like that for?" I say as I turn the corner so I could head back to the dealership.
"Nothing just watching you closely. Have toake sure that you don't try to steal the car, that's all." I chuckle. "I don't steal. You don't have to be stereotyping me." She glanced at me as I pulled back into the dealership lot. "I was not doing that. Just because you are African american doesn't mean I was doing that to you, I do it to all customers who ask for a test drive."
I turn the car off and take the keys out, handing them back to her. I take off my seat belt and begin to exit the car. "Yeah if you say so." Closing the car door and walking back into the dealership building. "I'll take two of those. One in white and one in black." The Saleswomen looks at me with a shocked expression. I raise my eyebrows at her. "You probably are assuming that I am some type of drug dealer but I'm not. Actually, I own part of a taxing firm."
I pull out my black card and hand it to her. She didn't say anything she just swiped my card and gave me the necessary paper work to fill out, after we discussed a few things regarding the vehicles. After purchasing the cars, I got them to send them to my residence.
I drove back to my job in my old car. I was going to put our cars up for auction or sell them back to the dealership for some extra cash. Twenty minutes later, I arrived at the office just in time. Any minute later and I would have been late from my break.
"Well.. Well.. Well." I turn around to see Anthony standing in the doorway of my office, looking at me as I gather up a few files. I take a deep breath. "What do you want Anthony?" "Oh nothing. Just wanted to see what Mr.BossMan was up to." He relentlessly took a seat at my desk after he closed my office door.
"What did you do on your break? You weren't in the office so where did you go?" He asks me and I almost cursed him out for being all in my business, but this is a professional place so I will act accordingly. "That is none of your business what I do outside of work." He began to chuckle. "It is my business when I know a big secret of yours that you do outside of work every other weekend."
I gave him the death stare with a blank expression on my face. "May I ask why you are in here Anthony? We both have work to do." A smirk grew upon his face. "I know so I will make this quick." He slide a folded up piece of paper to me. "In this paper is my account number." "And what am I suppose to do with those numbers?"
"Simple. Wire $250,000 to my account by 6p.m. tonight and I won't tell anybody your secret." He smirked at me as he proceeded to walk out of my door. "You know blackmailing is illegal." "A lot of things I do as illegal Mr.BossMan." He winked at me as he left my office. "Ugh!" I semi-scream as I take a deep breath.
The clock ready 5:55p.m and I haven't wired the money to his account yet. My mind was all over the place, if that type of money went missing in our bank account Amirah would find it suspicious. Maybe I could just lie and say that it was for the car, but I don't know. She might not fall for that. I click a few thing on my computer before I type in his account number. "Here goes nothing." I say to myself I press enter so the money can be wired to his account.
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Sexual Attraction
Genç KurguSexual attraction is attraction on the basis of sexual desire or the quality of arousing such interest. Relationships are built off of trust and honesty. If you can't trust or be honest with your lover, then there is no real relationship. What's don...