While the foundation of an empire was being laid in hushed silence, Sheela deftly distracted the locals by putting on airs of a soulful aff...
While the foundation of an empire was being laid in hushed silence, Sheela deftly distracted the locals by putting on airs of a soulful affluent widow. She walked down the sleepy town of Antelope wearing Dunhill sunglasses, a cowboy hat and Gucci boots, the only thing that was missing was a sprightly poodle held in the nook of her arm. She fluttered her luscious lashes as she leaned over the counter of a local department store, requesting for supplies.
“So, what drove you to buy this vast expanse of farmland, ma’am?” questioned an inquisitive storeowner who seemed enamoured by the women in front of him.
“Well…,” she said with a snooty air, “after my dear husband passed away…I wanted to put my solitary life to some good use. I have bought this ranch to conduct an ecological experiment. I have a few innovative ideas on how to utilise a dry, parched piece 196 Manbeena Sandhu of land to produce agricultural laurels,” she gushed and fluttered those lashes yet again, before adding belatedly, “I hope I can do it right,” she sighed.
“Wish you luck, ma’am. I am sure you will!” the fascinated man replied. Sheela smiled and gracefully gathered her bags out of his calloused hands...
