We had a big business and my mother looked after the business. It was inherited and my father couldn't do it right so he drank and lived in the extra room near the factory itself. My mother took over and she did well, she had some knack of getting the orders and making sales pitches. This made my father feel more incompetent and he drank more.
I had just completed college and was just started looking after the business. I would accompany my mother to the office and see how the business worked. My mom would always dress up in crisp saris and behave so aloof as soon as she reached the office. She would fire the workers, speak with several people, change moods as and when required. It was a delight to watch her getting things done so efficiently. She was like a master, and things had to be done in perfection as she wanted it.
One day mom didn't come to the office, I came alone. I sat in her place and was just going thru the schedule. When a huge dark fellow walked in and asked for my mom. I didn't like him one bit as he didn't even knock on the cabin door, he just barged in.
Never the less I told him she didn't come and was at home only. He said "Ok, I will meet her at home", and he left.
I was just trying to think something to say till then he had already left. I sat there and tried the home phone number to tell my mother that someone was coming to see her and that he didn't even tell his name. The Phone was busy. I kept trying. I wasn't getting a good feel about this guy so I decided to go home myself, just in case my mother needed me.
I reached home and found a nice car in front of the house. The door to the house was open so I just walked in. I didn't find my mom in the living room so I thought she mustn't be well and would be in her bedroom. But what about the car?
