Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ss?”askedRichardwalkioher.

    “No,Iamlostanddon’tknowhowtogetoutofhere”sherepliedinalowaigvoice.

    “That’seasy”saidRichard.“Wewilldriveyouaroundtowninourcar.Youlookatthehousesandtelluswhieisyours.How’sthat?”

    “No,thatwon’tdo”shereplied.Shestoodup,showingoffheralluringfigure.Shewalkedoverandopenedhernamebrandhandbagbeforethem.“LookatallthiscashIhavehere.Whydon’tyoutakemeoutfhtoown?”RichardandJamaz,theexpresidentandvice-presidentofWorldBankwerenerstomoheyhadseenitpileduphightotheceilingsinthebankvaults,sotheywerenotdazzledbythisdispyofwealth.Howeverinthepreseing,thesightofabeautifulyoungwomanwithahandbagfullofcashandanenormousdiamersurprisedthem.

    “Whynot?We’lltakeyouonanightoutoo