Mireille looked at her for a moment, thought, then smiled. “Then come with me. I’m going to work. You can stay there quietly, at least until the rain stops.”
The old woman’s eyes filled with tears. “May God bless you, my daughter.”
Mireille gently took her hand, and the two of them walked together under the umbrella.
When they arrived at the office, Mireille settled her in a discreet corner near the reception area. She gave her a towel to help dry her clothes a little.
“Do not worry, Mama. I only have a few hours left before my break. As soon as I’m free, I’ll take you home with me for a while.”
“Thank you,” the old woman said.
She nodded with a grateful smile. She watched Mireille with admiration. This young woman did not have much, yet she gave everything she could.
A few hours later, during her break, Mireille quickly left the office. The sun had finally broken through the clouds, and the warmth was slowly returning. She headed to a small shop nearby to buy a little food for herself and the old woman. She did not have much money, but that did not matter to her. Mama had to eat.
While Mireille was out, Émilie burst into the offices as usual. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor, drawing everyone’s attention. She loved showing up without warning just to remind everyone that she was the fiancée of the boss, Cyril, the company’s CEO. She already acted as if she were the boss.
As she walked in, she spotted the old woman sitting quietly in a corner, her hands folded on her knees, her eyes lowered humbly. Émilie frowned in disgust.
“Who let this filthy beggar in here?” she shouted so everyone could hear.
The old woman slowly raised her eyes, confused. “My daughter, don’t be angry. I’ll leave. It’s all right,” she said softly.
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