I walked past her like she hadn’t said a word. I didn’t stop walking until I entered the manager’s office. He was an old man in his 50s.
“Who are you?” He asked without looking up.
“Boss, I’m sorry.” His secretary tried to pull me out of the office.
I pushed her hand away, “I’m Katherine Munroe. I want to buy a Villa."
"You are insane." His secretary yelled.
"I have a premium cheque slip from Rexford." I raised the cheque in the air to prevent his secretary from dragging it out of my hand.
The manager walked to us. "Let me see the cheque."
He inspected my cheque, handed it back to me then picked his phone, dialled a number and spoke for a few minutes in a low voice before he turned to me with a smile. "Welcome to Sunset Real Estate. I'm so sorry for the reception you've received. Please, come and take a seat."
“Boss?" His secretary still gave me a dirty look. "She can't possibly own that cheque. Maybe she stole it."
“Shut up. Do you not know that she holds money in the Hurst Estate? Rosaline, get our finest wine. We need to welcome her properly." He yelled
“She looks no better than a cat from the dumpster.” His secretary still had a look of disbelief on her face.