She waited, until finally the door opened slightly. "Hello?" She heard someone say nervously. She couldn't see who it was, because they hid themselves...behind the door. "I think someone that lives here dropped her wallet." Yumi said, and held out her hand with the wallet.Suddenly, the door swung open, and surprised Yumi. "Thank you!" The girl said, snatching the wallet out of Yumi's hand, and started to hug it like it was some sort of lost family member. "I've been looking all over for it. I. He had used that to make a place for himself among his peers. That had worked when we'd been children.We were no longer children. It wasn't still okay to settle arguments with our fists or our feet. I knew we couldn't just walk out to the back of the farm and decide things with our fists. It didn't matter which one of us would win if we had a fist fight. If we were going to be working together successfully, there needed to be an environment where the best ideas won out. I wanted to do what was. In the next six months, she had become his partner in business too. She had basically fucked her way to the top not only with him, but every tender was got using her skills. This started one day when she saw Rashid in a grumpy mood and she asked.“Enna Rashid, yen ippadi irrukkael, mood outtaa nokku? (What Rashid, why are you like this, no mood is it?) She still couldn’t shake of her Brahminical lingo whenever she spoke in Tamil, in spite of moving with so many outsiders in business.“Illa, namba. We will have lunch and back to station. On that day I wore a normal saree, brown saree and a normal blouse. Nice simple makeup and bit of lipstick. My hubby never knew I will meet uncle Ravi. So it was a secret; so as decided uncle Ravi came with his car. Nice car it was. He asked to sit beside the driver seat in front, as he was driving the car. We were talking so nicely. We came to the restaurant. It was a nice big restaurant. I never saw such A grade restaurant. The food was their expensive..