I was only carrying a basket of strawberries.

It was meant for Michael and Cynthia, but I had gotten delayed on the way and had to bring them back home instead.

I didn’t expect to run into Lucius.

And, of course, I had to endure his mockery.

Apparently, Lucius had assumed the basket I was carrying for my uncle was meant for Michael.

I didn’t want to argue with him. Offending investors isn’t wise, especially when I ...