With that, the system fell silent.
I jumped up in disbelief.
When I woke up at seven-thirty the next morning, I checked my phone and saw a bunch of real estate messages. I couldn’t help but grin.
Last night was definitely not a dream!
Besides the villa I bought, I’d also picked out a mansion with a Western-style garden right before bed.
My dream home.
I’d hired a housekeeper and sent over $200,000 to spruce up the garden and finalize everything.
I swung open the door to my best friend Nancy’s room and dragged her out of bed.
I said, “Listen, I bought you a villa in the city center.”
I pulled a stunned Nancy with me, and we took a cab to the mansion to wrap up the paperwork.
As we stood in front of the villa, she finally burst out, “Kimberly, what’s going on? Did you hit the jackpot or something?”
“Yep, hit the big one!” I replied.
With no time to waste, I dragged Nancy to our next stop: the city’s largest 4S dealership.
We headed straight to the showroom, making a beeline for Nancy’s dream car, a Maserati.
Nancy’s eyes went wide with amazement.
The three female sales reps were busy fawning over a plump middle-aged man, ignoring us completely.
“Are you really buying a Maserati?” Nancy asked, her voice trembling with excitement.
“Absolutely, we’re buying it!” I said, giving her a reassuring pat.
She snapped out of her daze, eagerly inspecting the Maserati and about to open the door.
Suddenly, a voice called out, “Ladies, don’t get too close! You can’t just touch the car.”
A sales rep hurried over to stop us.
I raised an eyebrow. Now they decide to show up.
“It’s fine. We’re here to buy this car today,” Nancy said politely.
The sales rep looked us up and down, sneering as she said, “Ladies, this car costs nearly $2 million. Are you sure you’re serious?”
Wow, I didn’t expect to face such blatant discrimination in a big store.
Maybe I would have backed down before, but now, I couldn’t spend the money fast enough.
Feeling confident, I looked her straight in the eye. “What? We can’t touch it? It’s on display, isn’t it? Plus, we haven’t said we’re not buying. Can’t we at least have a look?”
“Ma’am, if you’re buying, we’re happy to sell. But if you touch it and then decide not to buy, we’d have to deal with any damage and that’s a hassle. It’s a waste of our time,” the sales rep replied.
Hearing the clear disrespect, Nancy also began to react.