She blinked, cocking her head to the side, her eyes first widening and then her gaze turning distant.
"I'm sorry, I believe you have the wrong person," she said with an apologetic smile.
"Margaret!!"
Dressed in white priestly robes and wearing dark medicated glasses, a tall bald man walked up to the lady I had just accosted and quickly whispered some words into her ear.
"Apologies for the interruption," the man said to me as he departed.
"You don't only look like her, you even have the same name as her."
My words made the mature brunette turn back to me. She studied the confidence in my eyes then groaned.
"What are you of all people, doing here?"
"You sound annoyed?"
"What do you think come to people's mind when they see a billionaire talking to a random woman?"
"You've been on the streets too long. No one will think anything funny is happening between us. Besides, for those who know me, you're not my type."
