The young woman walked a few meters, still with a discreet smile on her face, while the arrogant woman continued to pose next to the pink motorcycle for her friends. She touched the handlebars, took pictures and repeated that that model was exclusive. Suddenly, the real owner stopped, turned around and squeezed the controller that was in her hand. The lights on the motorcycle flashed twice and the unlocking alarm sounded. The three women were silent. The arrogant frowned and quickly looked at the bike, trying to understand what had just happened.
The young woman came back slowly, without raising her voice. “You said the bike was yours, right?” The arrogant woman hesitated for a second, but soon regained her posture. “Of course it’s mine. This control proves nothing.” Her friends no longer laughed as before. The real owner approached the bike, put her hand on the handlebars and opened a small side compartment with another key. Inside were the vehicle’s documents. She removed her registration card and showed her name printed. “Then maybe it will prove it.” The arrogant woman’s face changed immediately.
Even so, she tried to defend herself. “You must have stolen these documents. I know the owner of this house.” The young woman took a deep breath and replied: “Do you really know it?” At that moment, a man left the mansion accompanied by an employee. He looked at the bike, then at the young woman and smiled. “Miss, your motorcycle is ready. The mechanic finished the overhaul you requested.” The arrogant woman stood completely still. One of the friends took a step back. The other lowered her cell phone, embarrassed. The lie could no longer be sustained.
The owner of the motorcycle did not celebrate. She just looked at the woman who had humiliated her and asked, “Why did you do that?” The arrogant woman crossed her arms, trying to hide her nervousness. “It was just a joke.” The young woman replied: “You called me poor, said I couldn’t afford even a tire and tried to kick me out of my own motorcycle. This is no joke.” Her friends began to avoid her gaze. The mansion employee noticed the tension and remained silent, without interfering.
Then the young woman revealed something that no one expected. “I came here because I was thinking about hiring you for my new company’s campaign.” The arrogant one widened her eyes. She worked as an influencer and had sent several messages trying to get a partnership with a premium vehicle brand. The owner of the motorcycle continued: “I wanted to meet you in person before signing any contract.” The woman’s face lost its color. “You… Do you own the company?” The young woman confirmed it with a small gesture. The friends looked at each other in shock.
The arrogant woman completely changed her tone. “Wait, I didn’t know who you were. We can talk.” The young woman immediately replied, “That’s exactly the problem. You think you only need to respect someone when you know who they are.” She put the documents away again and put her helmet on the motorcycle. “The partnership was practically approved. Now it’s not anymore.” The woman tried to get closer. “Please, I need this contract.” The young woman looked at her calmly. “You should have thought about it before you humiliated a stranger just to impress your friends.”
When the owner was about to get on the motorcycle, one of the friends finally spoke. “There’s one thing you need to know about her.” The arrogant woman turned quickly. “Shut up!” But it was too late. The friend showed her cell phone and revealed a conversation full of messages and videos. “She does this to other people too. He records the humiliations and posts them on a hidden account to gain followers.” The owner of the motorcycle became serious. The arrogant woman tried to grab the device, but her friend pushed her hand away. The young woman looked at the videos, then at herself, and said, “So this is much bigger than I imagined.” In the distance, a black car slowly entered the gate of the mansion.
