Auctioned for the Billionaire

Foreword

The walk from the bus stop to my house was tiring, even more so after spending an hour and a half in a crowded public transportation vehicle. But it was part of my routine and I could only accept it.I came home longing to sit down and put my feet on something, because they were throbbing in my sneakers. No matter how comfortable the manufacturer insisted it was, there was no possibility of spending almost the whole day on my feet in a pleasant way. "Mom!" I called out, after throwing my purse onto the hard, worn out couch in the living room of the modest house where I had lived with my parents for twenty years. " Mom!” She didn't answer and worry soon took the place of tiredness and I practically ran out of the small house, looking for some sign of Ms. Beth, popularly known as my mother.   I could only breathe normally again when I saw that my mother was just sleeping peacefully in her bedroom.  She was probably so exhausted from another day of work that she had gone to bed early