"Look, I don't know what is going on," he sighed. "I woke up this morning and went to the office only to see my face on newspapers and platforms to see that I was labeled a rapist. I did not harass that woman. Please you have to believe me."
She laughed. "If only I had a dollar for every time that was said to me, I would be a rich woman."
"Why won't you believe me? I didn't do anything to her. I'm being honest here."
"I'll do the talking and when I want you to answer you'll do that for me," she said ignoring his pleas. "Now where were you by six o'clock in the evening?"
"At home."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes I am sure. You can call my maid and my personal guards. They'll tell you the truth."
"Ooohh, fancy," she scoffed. "Maid and personal guards. What's next? You have a chef and a driver too?"