Every Day Rich Man Sees Homeless Older Lady with Baby in Her Arms, Who Looks at Him with Blame — Story of the Day

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A rich man is irritated by the constant presence of an older woman standing outside his office building day after day with a baby in her arms, and hate in her eyes.

Ken Garson was used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it, and what he most wanted right now was to get rid of a strange woman who had planted herself outside his office building and stared daggers at him every morning.

He’d talked to his chief of security about it but had been told that since the woman was standing on the pavement (which was public) and had neither physically threatened Garson nor verbally abused him, she was within her rights. What did she want? Why did she stare?

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Garson wanted to know, he wanted her gone, but at the same time, something told him this woman carried a terrible threat to his complacent, secure lifestyle. Strangely enough, his fear didn’t fade.

It had now been two weeks, and the woman was there every afternoon when he left work, watching, and it seemed to Garson, waiting. But waiting for what? He asked security to add extra detail in the afternoon.

They did, but all the woman did was stand there, the baby in her arms looking around with big blue eyes, sucking its thumb, and occasionally laughing or speaking nonsense to the woman.

She was definitely not the baby’s mother. She was in her fifties, and still a handsome woman with a slender figure, but two deep lines of pain and disappointment bracketed her mouth.

The older woman’s dark eyes were sunken and weary, and showed evidence of some deep grief. Those eyes screamed soundless accusations at Garson, and when he passed her he turned his face away.

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One afternoon, his father-in-law, Jorge Valdano, the company’s CEO and majority shareholder, had come to visit, and so had Garson’s wife, Brenda. Jorge had left early to catch a plane to Houston, but Brenda stayed.

Taking the elevator down to the ground floor with Brenda, Garson didn’t even think about the older woman and the baby. He was playing the charming Ken Garson, perfect and ever-devoted husband to Jorge Valdano’s only child and heir.

Brenda was laughing, clinging to Garson’s arm when the woman stepped in front of her. “Be careful, girl,” she cried. “Or this...