Dara used her usual transportation. She rode the old motorcycle. She was oblivious to all eyes that turned her way when she passed.
She did not know that she was more attractive because she was not conscious of her beauty.
The bell was ringing in the building when Dara parked in the basement garage. Lunch break had finished. The bell had been summoning the employees to get back to work.
"Hah! The impostor is here!"
Dara met Bonnie Miles in the elevator.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
Dara looked at Bonnie quietly.
"You're a fake, Dara Stone!" Bonnie continued. "Girls, she's a fake, isn't she?"
The five girls, who worked with Dara in the typing pool, had secretly admired her work ethics. They answered in chorus: "No, mam! She is not a fake!"
"What?" Bonnie shouted in disbeli
