Ride

"Look at that car, it looks really expensive ."

"I think that's the new BMW M8, the one that costs a fortune to buy."

"Wow, whoever's riding that car must be filthy rich."

"I want to ride whoever's riding that car,"

Whispers of awe about my car filled the parking space. Old aunts and young housewives started chatting among themselves when I parked my car in front. Normally, that spot was reserved for residents, but who would dare to tell me otherwise?

I looked so wealthy at that moment that I doubted any of the security guards would dare to reprimand me. And even if they did, one word from me would be enough to silence them. Even the owner of the building wouldn't be able to touch me. 

As I stepped out of my stunning sports car, more hush fell over the crowd gathered nearby. They were captivated by the sight before them, as if a famous celebrity had suddenly appeared in their quiet apartment .

"He's so handsome!"