Victor was waiting for me in another cool sports car parked in front of the school. The silver Lamborghini was a beautiful machine, but it had to have cost a fortune. Victor really liked to spend his money.
“I bought the car today,” Victor said with a proud smile. “Do you like it?”
“It’s great,” I said. It would have been meant to say no or make a big deal over the price of a car. It was Victor’s money. Who was I to judge how he spent it?
“Where are we going?” I asked as Victor climbed behind the car’s steering wheel.
“You’ll see.” He started the engine and gave me a sly smile.
Victor drove for over a half hour. I was mesmerized by the expert way he handled the car and didn’t notice much of the scenery until he pulled in front of a beautiful villa. The sign told me it was the worksho
