I pretended to be poor for thirty years just to wait for someone.
Until she found the magazine at my house - there was a man in a suit and tie on the cover, and the title read "Billionaire".
Her hands were shaking: "Didn't you say... You work part-time?"
I didn't explain, I just handed her an iron box: "There is a letter inside, written twenty-three years ago. You will know after reading it."
