Nily Sudden Rich Life, Chapter 19: Being a Caddie

"Miss Taylor, it's your birthday; you shouldn't pay. Trevor should," Bernard protested. "A man should pay for a woman, or he's no man at all. Refusing to pay makes him irresponsible." Seeing Trevor hadn't moved, the attendant stared condescendingly. "But"

Bessie glanced at Trevor hesitantly. She knew he earned only $1,000 a month for living expenses and studies. Paying for the water would leave him with nothing for the rest of the month.

"Don't worry, Miss Taylor. I'll pay," Trevor said, taking out his card and handing it to the attendant. He knew Bernard wanted to humiliate him. In the past, he would have endured the humiliation silently. But he was different now. He was no longer the Trevor who endured bullying to avoid hunger. He now held a card containing $100 million. He no longer needed to endure hardship or cower before anyone.

The attendant swiped Trevor's card. The terminal beeped, confirming the $1,200 payment.

"Gee! There's really money in it!" The attendant's disdain softened slightly, assuming his card held only that amount. She placed the card on the counter without looking at it and said coldly, "It's done."

Trevor's face darkened, but he controlled his temper. All the shops here are owned by my family. This attendant's attitude is heinous. I have to tell my sister, he thought. Employees like this are bad for business.

He retrieved his card, put it away, picked up the water, and left.

Bernard snickered with his friends. "This idiot spent his grocery money on water! Let's see how he lives until next month."

Corrie shook her head, incredulous at Trevor's stupidity and carelessness. He'd squandered his hard-earned money just to avoid taunts. Taking back his card, Trevor thought, Anyway, this shop is family-owned. Anything I spend here goes back to the Sanderson account.

Grant spent another $10,000 on two caddies. The Kisas Tennis Club charged $5,000 per caddie to retrieve tennis balls.

"I'm sorry, sir," the attendant apologized. "We're very busy; only one caddie is available."

"Fine, send that one to us." Grant paid, and a caddie arrived immediately—a young woman with tan skin and attractive legs showing beneath her short tennis skirt. She wasn't as beautiful as Bessie or Corrie, but pretty nonetheless, justifying the $5,000 fee. Grant led them to the courts.

The vast tennis courts covered at least 10,000 square meters. They rented two courts, dividing into two groups: Bernard and Grant versus Corrie and Bessie. The open-air courts, surrounded by lawn, offered privacy and exclusivity.

They played several games. The caddie retrieved balls for Bernard and Grant, but not for Corrie and Bessie.

"Trevor," Bernard suggested, "you're idle. I'll give you $500 to caddie for Corrie and Bessie."

"Stop it, Bernard!" Bessie snapped, fed up with his rudeness and bullying of Trevor. "Trevor's here to play tennis, not be our caddie!"

"I'm just trying to help him," Bernard reasoned, "after all, he did just spend all his money on water."