Excelsior

Chapter 2: The gold digger

In addition to the ambitious businessmen fighting in the small tank and elegant society women, there was another type of resident lurking the city which, like the first two types, enjoyed the finer things in life; and unlike them, did not have to work for it, and certainly, its life revolved around leisure and fleshy addictions. Look and youth were everything.

Just like Lilly: After getting up that morning, she took a bath with mineral water and went to the dressing room. She always wore dresses that highlighted her voluptuous figure, graceful in the places where it suited her best.

"Do I look fab, Tom?" she asked the butler before going out, winking. Her long lashes fluttered gracefully. She posed seductively, or so it seemed, since she would always seem to pose for seduction.

"Mr. Levitt wants me to remind you to buy a dress for next week's party." He replied with an indifferent expression.

"Oh," she rolled her eyes, "Dearick needs to calm down. It's next week!"

She came down from the tall building and joined the multiple pedestrians on the streets, whom she examined and entertained herself while trying to guess what kind of residents they were.

Her short journey took her to a café in the downtown where her friends were waiting for her. Sarah, one of them, commented on how she was now dating a married man as if it were an achievement she was truly proud of, and the rest of the girls rejoiced.

"Steal him away, dear!", Danielle insisted in a high voice.

In front of their table sat a group of ladies that that, judging by their mannerisms and mien, there was no doubt they those women whose lives were solved due them being the housewives of rich men.

"How vulgar!", one of them said, "We should leave to another café," she turned to Lilly's table, "this is getting filled with indecent beings."

The girls did not seem to listen to her reproach, with the exception of Lilly: she held her bold eyes into that woman with sentencing sight, and finally looked away.

"You're right," Lilly commented, "those women were born with a silver spoon in their mouths, they don't need their husbands."

The chattering continued and that lady's threat became nothing more than a mere comment to show her disgust since neither she nor her friends left the table. Lilly, on the other hand, did not stop thinking about that comment, and while walking in the Jean-Pierre Boulevard window-shopping, she sank into her own thoughts instead of going inside any retail. Part of her felt dirty to the point that she decided to take another bath as soon as she got home.

She was walking with her eyes to the ground, sticking out her chest, and finally stopped to stare at a woman entering a boutique. She got out of her limousine, whose door was opened by the shop's doorman, and was wearing a dress of refined fabrics. It was one of those haute couture houses that did not let anyone in.

"Someday..."

She kept walking.

"I have still not gotten to the top," she repeated to herself wielding her hands, "until I am in those lists..."

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