My best friend claims that I am a very lucky woman, because of my man. For a number of reasons, she says.
First of all because he really has a lot of money. When I met him, I would never have imagined how much. He is a very important man in his company, a high-level executive. I thought he had a few dozen people under him, even fifty maybe. But no, many more. Maybe a few hundred. And you wouldn"t expect it, at first glance. Maybe because he lives in an apartment a little larger than mine, in my own neighborhood. Maybe because when you meet him on the street, in fact only on weekends, he is dressed casually, nothing special at all; and when he goes or comes from work he usually wears overcoat or heavy jacket, because he keeps suits and ties in the office. Perhaps because when you hear him
