I told my son I lost my job he kicked me out. But he didn’t know I had just received $8M. So I…

Is there a problem? She immediately stepped in front of me, blocking my path with a sneer. A housekeeper? You think you can afford this place? Don’t tell me you’re just here for the coffee. I’ve seen plenty like you, pretending to be buyers just looking to snag some free snacks.

People nearby began glancing over, whispering, their expressions carrying that uncomfortable mix of judgment and curiosity. Some even nodding slightly as if to say she’s not wrong. The young assistant beside me spoke gently, trying to diffuse the situation.

Chloe, I’m not busy right now. I can show this lady around. But Chloe shoved her aside without hesitation, eyes burning with contempt.

And who do you think you are, lecturing me on how to do my job? The girl shrank back, intimidated. Then Chloe turned and waved over two security guards. You two, escort this visitor out of here.

Now. The showroom fell silent. All eyes were on us.

I raised my hand calmly, stopping the guards before they could approach. I came here to view a property. On what grounds are you kicking me out? Where’s your manager? I’d like to speak with someone in charge.

I turned toward the crowd. You’re all here to look at properties too. Why don’t you tell me have I done anything inappropriate? The guards hesitated.

I wasn’t backing down and they clearly didn’t want to get involved in something messy. Chloe stood with her arms crossed, scoffing loudly. Go ahead.

Make a scene. Let’s see how far you take this performance. Just then, a young man in a crisp white shirt approached quickly, wearing a polished professional smile.

Good afternoon, ma’am. I’m Alex, the sales manager for this project. Is there an issue I can assist with? Before I could speak, Chloe jumped in.

Alex, she’s just here for the freebies. I was about to have security remove her. Alex frowned slightly but kept his tone courteous.

Ma’am, would you mind showing us some form of financial verification? As you know, this is an invitation-only showcase and we do require proof of purchasing ability. Without hesitation I pulled out a folder. They already verified my documents at the entrance.

Chloe snatched the folder out of my hand and flipped it open dramatically. Five million dollars? Are you kidding me? She shouted loud enough for half the showroom to hear. She’s a housekeeper.

There’s no way she has that kind of money. I know her background better than anyone here, she added smugly. This has to be fake.

We can’t let someone like her play us. Alex stood there, frowning deeply, clearly caught in the middle. I didn’t bother arguing.

Instead I took out my phone, opened my banking app and held it up for them to see. The young assistant leaned in, counting softly under her breath. Ten hundred thousand, oh my god.

Over eight million. Gasps rippled through the crowd. People’s eyes widened, no longer judging now stunned curious even slightly in awe.

Someone near me whispered, damn, she’s got serious money. Chloe’s face drained of color, cycling rapidly from red to pale green to ghost white. She looked like she wanted to vanish into the floor.

But Chloe still wouldn’t give up. She kept pushing her voice sharp and stubborn. Alex, that banking app on her phone has to be fake.

There’s no way she has that kind of money. Alex’s face darkened, his brow furrowing deeply. Chloe, that’s enough.

Then he turned to me with a composed, respectful tone. Ma’am, I truly apologize. This has clearly been a mistake on our part and we’ll handle it appropriately.

I’ll assign our most experienced client manager to assist you right away. I waved a hand lightly, offering a calm smile, then turned to the young woman who’d greeted me earlier. No need.

She’s perfectly fine. Very professional. I want her to show me the property.

Alex looked slightly uneasy. Actually, she just started, still in training, technically. I was only worried she might not have enough experience.

But I like her, I said firmly, leaving no room for discussion. I’m buying the house today and I want to do it through her. Alex nodded immediately, flustered but eager.

Of course. Absolutely. Monica, make sure you take excellent care of our distinguished guest.

Chloe stood off to the side, her face stiff, her lips twitching with suppressed frustration. She watched me walk away, seething, then muttered under her breath. Just a glorified errand made pretending she’s somebody.

I ignored her completely and pointed to the scale model at the center of the showroom. I want to see this one, I told Monica. The moment I laid eyes on that villa, I knew.

Soaring ceilings in the living room, a spacious backyard garden, a sunroom spanning over two hundred square feet. Most importantly, it was fully furnished and move-in ready. I’ll take this one, I said without hesitation.

Let’s get the paperwork started. Monica’s eyes lit up with excitement. Ma’am, are you sure you don’t want to tour a few more options? I’m free, I’d be happy to show you others.

No need, I replied. This one is more than enough. She could barely contain her joy.

Ma’am, this will be the first sale I’ve ever closed. You’re my lucky charm. We headed to the signing area, and as I reviewed the paperwork, a low murmur started behind me.

Damn, she just signed without a second thought. A hundred fifty grand. Didn’t even blink.

Money talks, huh? That’s what real wealth looks like. Don’t be fooled, someone muttered. Didn’t Chloe say she’s just a housekeeper? Probably flashing around her employer’s money.

These days, even servants know how to put on a show. Bet she’s just parading around with someone else’s credit. Seriously, what kind of employer would trust a maid with that kind of cash? Millions.

Then Chloe’s voice cut through the whispers, laced with that gossipy venom she wore so well. Oh, you have no idea. She’s not your average housekeeper.

No? Then what is she? She’s one of those live-in assistants for wealthy old men. You know, not just dusting and mopping if you catch my drift. No way.

At her age? That’s just shameless. Ugh, some people will sell anything for money. If her family knew, wouldn’t they be humiliated? I set down the contract and turned toward Monica.

Monica, I said with a steady smile. Could you please get Alex for me again? I’d like to purchase another property. The room went completely silent.

It was as if the air itself froze. Monica’s eyes widened, her voice trembling with disbelief. Ma’am, you’re sure? You want another one? That’s right, I said calmly.

One to live in. One as an investment. Then I smiled a little wider.

Hello. I do have a small favor I’d like Alex to help me with. Alex returned swiftly, his smile brighter than before, practically glowing with enthusiasm.

Hello again, ma’am. Please, let me know what I can do for you. I’ve confirmed the purchase of the first property, I said.

I’m ready to sign the contract. And I’d like to add a second unit as well. But, I paused, my tone turning cold.

I expect your team to address the inappropriate behavior of certain staff members. Alex’s smile faded. His gaze swept across the room and quickly landed on Chloe.

Chloe, he said sharply, are you causing trouble again? Apologize to the client. Now. Chloe lifted her chin defiantly, refusing to back down.

Why should I apologize? I only told the truth. She used to be a housekeeper. One of those live-in types who caters only to rich old men.

And don’t look at me like that, her son said it himself. I slowly lifted my head, eyes narrowing as I stared directly at her. You’re saying my son told you that? Then let me tell you something in return.

He also once said that your little portfolio of clothes deals didn’t come from your so-called skills, but from the nights you spent in bed with your clients. Is that true? Chloe’s face drained of color. Her lips trembled.

You’re lying. That’s slander. Oh, didn’t you just slander me a few minutes ago? Now you suddenly understand what defamation means.

I turned to Alex who immediately picked up on the cue. His expression turned grim. Chloe, that’s enough.

Security, escort her out of the building. And as of today, you’re terminated. Chloe panicked.

Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over. Alex, I wasn’t lying. She really used to be a cleaner.

But Alex’s tone remained firm. You’ve violated company conduct policies in a very serious way. Your employment is terminated, effective immediately.

I raised my hand to stop the security guards from moving. Hold on, I said calmly. She’s not going anywhere just yet.

She publicly defamed me and I’m not letting this slide. Right then and there, I took out my phone and dialed. Hello, yes.

This is the police department. I’d like to file a report for defamation and public harassment. Ten minutes later, two officers arrived at the showroom.

After hearing my account and reviewing the incident, they issued Chloe a formal warning and made it very clear. If she didn’t offer a public apology, I had every right to press legal charges. Cornered and shaking with rage, Chloe finally mumbled through clenched teeth.

I’m sorry. She shot me and Monica one last hateful glance before storming off, her eyes burning with envy, especially when she saw Monica preparing to close the second sale. The same Monica she’d looked down on just an hour ago, now the star closer of the day.

By the end of it, I signed contracts for both properties paid in full without so much as a pause. Monica stood by my side, eyes shimmering with emotion. She could barely get the words out.

Ma’am, I can’t thank you enough. I’ve been working here three months without a single sale and today, two units back to back. You’re honestly my miracle.

To show her gratitude, she insisted on personally arranging deep cleaning and move-in prep for me. I gladly accepted. For the first time in years, I felt truly light, as if all the humiliation, resentment, and bitterness had been swept away like the dust outside my new villa’s doors…