After all, he needed my business."525." he raised an eyebrow"Make that 400." 425?" 350." Four twenty-five is my final offer" IM PRACTICALLY GIVING THE... AWAY!" "Fine! Ugh! 350. I'll take it." He handed me the scroll. "Just sign here."As I looked through the scroll, I noticed that there was no place to put my race down. Everything else was there. "Missing something. Where's the area to put down my race? And there are a whole lot of hidden fees I never approved of. Like a golfing fee of 3 soul. The puffed sleeves wereworn slightly off the shoulders and narrowed down to her wrists. Theneckline was what the man knew was called a sweetheart neckline and thebodice was very fitted and tapered to a Basque waist. The skirt was veryfull and long, almost to the ground. She was the most beautiful woman hehad ever seen. She pointed at her ears, and the man removed his headphones. "Good day to you, gentle sir. May I sit beside you for a while?" shesaid in a soft voice. "But of course." the man. Dan.Dan heard the carts wheels squeaking. He looked up and saw Martha, the housekeeper pushing her cart into the foyer. "Good evening Martha how are you tonight?" Oh, I'm just fine Mr. Dan. Working late again I see. You know as the boss you should keep more regular hours."Dan laughed out loud. "Yea, right Martha, regular hours... heck, these are regular hours. My dad used to work twice as long as I do." Well Mr. Dan, no disrespect, but maybe that's why he died as young as he did."Dan watched. She said she is searching for pickle specially prepared by her mom and then she again started the story of her family and all. She was a very talkative girl but during this story.I learnt that she was born in MP but raised in US till her Graduation and she is in India only since last few years and her Post Graduation is also from India immediately I sensed that actually she had something awkward in her accent too specially while speaking few words and her entire time in US has been a hostel.