Subsequently, she replaced all his choices with more economical alternatives, and he was visibly irked.
âI pay you a generous salary.
Canât you provide me with a decent meal?â
Melissa, picking up ginger, retorted, âThis is what I normally eat.
â
Truth be told, she often denied herself these small luxuries.
Today, however, she was more than willing to splurge on Marcus.
Usually, she could stretch 300 dollars to cover groceries for ten days.
Marcus refrained from further comment.
At the checkout, Melissa paid a total of 302 dollars.
Marcus inquisitively asked, âHow much is left?â
â29 dollars.
â
â29 dollars? And what sort of afternoon tea can you get for that?â
Melissa just looked at himâ¦
Moments later, they sat in a cafe.
Marcus faced a cup of hot lemon tea and a slice of pie, totaling twenty-eight dollars.
Marcus, a man with a net worth in the trillions, had never experienced such a modest afternoon tea.
He gazed at the treat before him, lost in thought.
Melissa, with a warm smile, presented him with the pie, remarking, âHere, have a taste.
â
He replied with a hint of revulsion, âSweet foods arenât to my taste.
â
Meanwhile, Marcus sipped his tea.
It wasnât the exquisite blend he was accustomed to, but for Melissaâs sake, he sipped it, albeit reluctantly.
Observing other couples around them, he noted how men often seemed pliant towards their female companions.
Melissaâs anxiety eased upon seeing Marcus drink his tea.
She nibbled on her slice of pie and inquired, âAre you sure you donât want to try yours? Itâs delicious.
â
Initially, Marcusâ expression soured at the suggestion.
However, contemplating that his indulgence might bring her joy, he decided to give in.
Clearing his throat, he said, âHelp me unwrap it.
â
Melissa, accustomed to attending to his needs, thought nothing of his request.
After all, he was an influential figure.