Obscenely Wealthy or just Insane?

Barbara was back in the office she had left just three days ago. The same building, the same waiting room, and the same receptionist who had asked her to wait the last time she was here. But today felt different. Despite it being her second visit, Barbara was far more nervous this time, and for good reasons.

First, there was her father. He had been relentless about her landing this job, going as far as offering to help her husband start a new business in any field he chose if she succeeded. He was so insistent that, over the past few days, he had flown her across the country to view countless car dealerships—one after another. It was exhausting. She was jet-lagged, worn down, and utterly drained. But it had paid off; she had finally found the perfect vehicle for the role.