When the manager of the store saw that I spent nearly one hundred forty thousand dollars at one time, he immediately treated me as a VIP costumer. Not only did he provide pick-up and drop-off services, he also prepared a special lounge for me, with professional staff serving me alone throughout the entire process.
I did not tell anyone about winning the lottery, including my father and brother.
After two months of having fun, I decided to start working again.
I graduated from Hampshire University with a major in education. After marrying Zayn, I resigned from school and became a full-time housewife.
After marriage, I was always criticized and despised by my mother-in-law for not having children. That was why I had been taking medicine and seeing a doctor over the years.
At that time, I still had love for Zayn.
Now, there was no pressure to have children and I felt free and happy.
In just two days, I got a job as a clerk in a media company. There was no performance appraisal, no business pressure and almost no overtime on weekends and holidays.
Perhaps because I was not too picky and often treated them to meals and coffee, so my colleagues liked me a lot.
In less than a month, I became part of their group where I often spent break time and lunch with them.
Amy was the secretary of the chairman of the media company. She was beautiful and had a good figure. Every time she had lunch, she always shared a large portion with me. She only ate a small portion. Later, we decided to share a meal together. Sometimes she treated me, sometimes I treated her.
One weekend, Amy fell ill and asked me to help find Allen Lincoln to sign an urgent document.
"You can go directly to his house and I'll give you the password to open the door. Mr. Lincoln often wears headphones and can't hear the doorbell. Thank you, Brie. I'll treat you tomorrow's dinner."
"It's okay, I'm free anyway. Take good care of yourself."
After printing the documents, I went out wearing a casual sportswear. I took the subway to the boss' villa, rang the doorbell twice but no one answered, so I pressed the password to open the door and went in.
In the bathroom, Allen was leaning in the bathtub with his shoulders bare, wearing headphones and closing his eyes to rest.
I quickly left the bathroom and called him out "Mr. Lincoln" twice at the door.
"Come in." A deep voice rang out from the bathroom.
I bravely walked in.