It was a summer afternoon in New York City. Two rows of tall buildings decorated both sides of the road. They helped block some of the scorching sunlight from the people below.
The Chanel-clad white woman had two Mexican-looking, middle-aged women with her. They seemed to be her helper and bodyguard. Their hands were full of shopping bags – her conquests from the shopping spree earlier.
Just a short while after they had started walking, the sound of a baby crying came from the stroller. The woman put the girl she was carrying down and bent down to check on the child in the stroller. The two Mexican middle-aged women stopped alongside her and looked around, their attention attracted by the luxury shops all around.
