HIDDEN SECRETS
I settle in my jeep, a yellow baby I bought for myself around three years ago, and drive to my apartment.
I change into a more comfortable outfit. I put on a classic high-waist dark skinny jeans and match it with a white cropped sweater with a pair of heels. I clip my bob to the side.
There's a knock on the apartment door and I open it to reveal Mr. Henderson.
"Oh you're here" I say and hand him the keys to the jeep, selling it.
"Yes, and here is your payment" he says, handing me $15,000 in cash, wrapped in a yellow envelope.