To buy a house in a place like this city, where every inch of land is as precious as gold, with my meagre street stall income, I'd probably have to work until I die.
The next day, I clutched the business card and went to the Howard residence for the 'interview.'
James opened the door himself. The young man was wearing a grey tracksuit, probably having just returned from a run.
Seeing me standing before the carved iron gate, he unlocked it himself and led me inside.
Tall and long-legged, he strode ahead, forcing me to jog to keep pace.
The Howard residence was huge. It took us seven or eight minutes to walk from the main gate to the living room.
As I walked, I kept checking my surroundings, staying on guard in case he tried to take advantage of me.
Then, with a bang, I slammed right into his broad back. The pain made my eyes see stars.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Howard! I ... I didn't mean to!" I apologized, clutching my sore nose.
James turned around, clearly exasperated and glared at me. "Did you think I was going to do something to you?"
I couldn't hide my disappointment. "Didn't you?"