"And what conditions did you give to your husband?"
Eva didn't answer Ruth, her best friend. She looked for an empty cubicle to piss.
"It's just a few dimes of his money," she replied. She came out after a minute, washed her hands, then started retouching her makeup.
"I want a permanent apartment in New York," she told Ruth.
"Are you talking about the fifty million dollars penthouse in Manhattan?" shock registered on Ruth's face. She heard this guy was rich, but now, he sounded super rich!
Eva nodded. "Yes. And the latest Ferrari, the white satin one, a fifty million dollar on my bank account, and a villa in Metro City. I don't want to see my parents, so I want to stay at my own house!"
"Eva? Did you hear yourself? That's too much!" Ruth freaked out. She imagined the things Eva had blabbing about; now, she started dizzying to count her best friend's fortune! It was a lifetime blessing!
