“For the hundredth time! I am not married. I am a single woman, who came in here to get information about selling a joint property that I own. I just needed guidance and an appointment for my next visit and I just needed this whole thing done within the next few days, so that I can move to New York with my boyfriend.”
Diana cried her worries to the manager, who had first listened to his own employee; something that he was habitual of. Every month at least once, the old lady would have someone dash in to the manager’s room with a complaint regarding her conservative and ostentatious behavior.
The manager remained seated and calm, as he heard Diana’s complaint. The mid-aged man, wore suspenders over his khaki shirt that he paired with the same colored pant, somehow blending more in to his
