Chapter Hundred

The next morning as they rode to work, Marie listened as Steven told her some elaborate story about how he had sold her car for 48,000 dollars to a billionaire friend of his who had been looking for a used car to buy for her 16-year-old son whom he wanted to teach financial responsibility. From where she sat, it sounded like a load of crap but she was waiting on him to finish.

“So yeah, I sold the car for that amount. I did tell you I'd get a good deal.” He said, winking at her.

“Steven, I bought that car for 6,000 dollars. How could anyone have wasted so much money on it?” Marie asked

“Hey. She did it as a personal favor to me, okay. We’re friends after all? And I’m having some work done on it to make it good as new.”

“Even so, Steven! 48,000 dollars is ridiculous. Did you say “she”. Was this the woman you had dinner with last night?”

“What?” Steven sputtered, then averted his gaze at the look in her eyes.

Who was this mystery woman and why was he hiding it for Pete's sake.

“Fine. Do