Chapter 03- Don't blame it on me!

After the meeting, Roberth left exhausted after analyzing all the data Anthony asked for. He couldn't wait to see his premium girlfriend/girlfriend Amanda... his father was increasingly demanding responsibilities and strict with the pace of his studies.

And Roberth feared being disinherited, partly recognizing that his father was right.

Everything was a question of knowing how to balance things, but his father didn't know how to manage his own time and wanted to put the same pressure on Roberth. He stared out the car window when he saw Sarah passing by. Because of people like her, the world was so frantic! And his father thought being frantic was the answer.

He snorted. And continued with his mini meal...

Sarah was breathing in a rare free moment, it was a lazy Tuesday...

She sat on the bench. Meanwhile, the same investigator who had followed her discreetly photographed her and spoke to his client.

- She looks very similar to the description given by you.

-excellent. I want all possible evidence to be produced.

- I will do justice for my girl. And all those responsible will pay.

-Sir, allow me to comment on it.

- May I help?

- This girl is very kind and intelligent, I heard she has a book written ready for sale on A****n. El has a bright future, works hard and is a nice girl.

- like your mother... I'm happy. And it is her without a doubt.

- How do you intend to tell her?

- At the right time I will do it.

- Ok. Good afternoon sir.

- Good afternoon. I'll make an extra bonus for you later.

The call has been terminated.

For Sarah, life was hard, but she was grateful nonetheless. That's why she did everything possible to not need anyone... and that's why she hated Amanda, who was just a pretty face for her.

Typical rivalry between closed worlds. Amanda spent what Sarah earned per month per week. Besides, this was an unfair social problem. She hoped her book would sell well and she would be able to support herself.

The other day, she had a brief argument with Amanda and her entourage of followers and sycophants.

“Look at the hillbilly who doesn't know how to dress, doesn't have money, blah, blah, blah” scolded Amanda's brainless friends, with the postures of teenagers in high school instead of adult behavior as expected.

- Sarah, you work, where are your fashionable clothes, see.

- I wasn't born rich Amanda, so I fight to survive and I don't care.

- Companies pay a lot of attention to the visual appearance of candidates, you know?

- I know. But that's not my priority at the moment.

- Ah... I have my life already made, hahaha....

-Obviously Amanda.

- One thing, see: stay away from my boyfriend Roberth. You can't like what I can do...

- Spare me your silly threats, Amanda. Your boyfriend doesn't interest me. My focus is on my studies and work, girl. Your prince charming only loves you

- Don't think I didn't see your mockery. And may it continue to stay away from the boys in the league. bumpkin!

- Amanda, continue your mediocre life and leave me alone! Your life doesn't interest me.

Amanda left after this response, after giving Sarah a confused look. That she sighed...

Returning to the present, she was sitting relaxing in the little square while trying to de-stress...

Roberth stood there watching Sarah in a much prettier outfit, taking off the little cloth muffs she usually wore. This gave her an idea for a joke/prank that would even be cool for her.

He soon put together an action plan for her that would consist of three steps. The first stage would be the approach, joke stage and then the shopping stage.

Soon he smiled, some fun on the way was what he needed. When he got out of the car, he stood there analyzing the young woman.

For a woman, Sarah was beautiful, a rustic beauty. I always saw her passing by with her books in the university hallway or working in the cafeteria at a distance.

She was wearing the blue floral dress, typical of summer. It was a classic, but you could see that Sarah must have won it or bought it at a thrift store. She let go of her long blonde hair and that awakened something in Roberth's heart before he even knew it!

However, he approached and appeared in front of her, having fun...

- Look, the nerd got an upgrade!

- Oh no... here comes the annoying one to disturb my day off... let's go Roberth!

- Calm down, nerd, I paid you a compliment...

He soon became angry...

Roberth had touched a nerve for Sarah. out of bounds, causing her to roll her eyes at him mockingly.

-You are so superficial...Roberth, you have everything in hand.

- Yes, I have Sarah. But today I'm feeling generous enough and decided to do a charity, a favor for you

- What? – said Sarah in disbelief – you what?

- Let me explain better. I decided to help you; Let's buy you some nice clothes. I saw and heard a lot of the teasing that the girls made of you. There at the university.

Sarah collapses, stunned.

- Is this a joke?

- No, it's not a joke, nerd. you will need cool clothes for when you go for job interviews.

- Did you and Amanda agree on this?

- Of course not. I decided to do good for you because I wanted to, Sarah.

- Right.

Sarah accompanied Roberth to the car, but she was unsure because of Amanda.

- Does your girlfriend know about this? That you were trying to help another woman?

- Amanda and I are not boyfriends. I'm just spending time with her and she tends to buy things all the time.

- Thank you then - she said shyly - I promise that no one will ever know about your good deed... I don't want your girlfriend on my case for that.

Roberth gave a slight smile. To him, Sarah didn't look so bad from this new angle.

- No problem, thank you for your discretion. I hope my gift helps in your future.

She nodded, embarrassed. On the way, they talked a lot, getting to know each other better, and to Roberth's surprise, Sarah's taste in clothes was very refined, rich...

Sarah chose fun outfits and timeless classic formal wear. He was confused. The purchases totaled ten thousand dollars. For him it was change, but for her it was almost a year's salary...

She cut her hair a good length, bought makeup, a new Macbook, bought books for about six months of non-perishables, and Roberth was very insistent, donating almost sixty thousand dollars to her account. The day had amused them both. Roberth promised a trip to a cafe far from the university. Sarah agrees.

The person who wouldn't like it is Amanda. Someone in her class had seen it and had already called her.