OLD BILLIONAIRE ACCEPTS BEGGING IN LUXURY CAR DEALERSHIP AND IS KICKED OUT BY SALESMAN — BUT EVERYONE IS STOPPED WHEN GENERAL MANAGER ARRIVES AND KNEELS IN FRONT OF HER
Donya Consuelo is the 70-year-old matriarch of the Consuelo Group of Companies. She owns the largest shipping lines, malls, and luxury car dealerships in the country. Despite her wealth, she remains simple. She doesn’t want a bodyguard, she doesn’t like expensive jewelry when she goes out, and she often wears just a simple duster and slippers when she goes shopping.

One day, she decided to visit one of her branches of Prestige Motors—the store that sells Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Rolls Royces.

News reached her that the branch’s sales were declining and that customers were complaining about the behavior of the employees.

“I want to see with my own eyes,” Consuelo said to herself.

She wore an old dress that was a bit faded. She wore cheap slippers. She carried an ecobag filled with vegetables (pretending she was from the market). She tousled her hair a little to look like an ordinary grandma.

She took a taxi and got off in front of the showroom.

When she entered Prestige Motors, she was greeted by cold air conditioning and shiny floors. The cars were shining under the spotlights.

In the reception area, three Sales Agents were chatting. They were wearing expensive suits and laughing.

The head agent was Ricky. Ricky was known for being a good salesman, but he was very poor. He judged people based on how much commission he could get.

Ricky noticed Donya Consuelo entering.

“Yuck,” Ricky whispered to his companions. “A beggar got in. Guard! Where is the guard?!”

Ricky approached Donya Consuelo. He stopped her before she could get close to a Red Ferrari.

“Hey, Ale!” Ricky shouted. “Where are you going? You’re not allowed to beg here! You’re outside!”

“Son,” Consuelo’s hoarse voice (acting) said. “I’m not begging. I just want to look at that car. I’m planning to buy one for my grandson.”

Ricky and his companions laughed.

“Buying? You?” Ricky insulted. “Ale, do you know how much that is? That’s 25 Million! Your duster, maybe only 50 pesos in ukay-ukay! Don’t fool us!”

“I have money,” Consuelo replied, hugging her ecobag.

“Money? Coins!” Ricky snapped. “Go away! You’re so filthy! You might get our tiles dirty! And don’t ever try to dictate cars because if it gets scratched, we’ll sell your kidney, we won’t have enough to pay!”

Ricky pushed Donya Consuelo gently, but because she was old, she almost fell.

“Sir Ricky! Don’t!”

A woman ran over and helped Donya Consuelo up. It was Maya. A new trainee.

“Grandma, are you okay?” Maya asked. She grabbed a chair. “Sit here first. Do you want some water?”

“Maya!” Ricky shouted. “Why did you make her sit there?! That’s the customer area! That’s for VIPs only! Not for garbage collectors!”

“Sir, she’s old,” Maya replied bravely. “Even if she doesn’t buy, she’s still human. She’s thirsty.”

Maya grabbed some water and biscuits. She handed them to Consuelo.

“Excuse me, Grandma,” Maya whispered. “Sir Ricky just has a hot head. Take a rest before you leave.”

Donya Consuelo stared at Maya. She saw the sincerity in the girl’s eyes. She also stared at Ricky who was disgusted with her.

Consuelo stood up.

“I want to talk to the Manager,” Consuelo said.

“Manager?” Ricky laughed. “Sir Boss is busy! He doesn’t have time for people like you! Go away! Before I call security to drag you out!”

Ricky poked Consuelo’s face.

At that moment, the door to the office on the second floor opened. The General Manager, Mr. Salazar, came out. He heard shouting.

“What’s going on there?!” Mr. Salazar shouted as he descended the stairs.

“Sir!” Ricky complained. “Here’s a beggar, making trouble! He won’t leave! I said that vagrants are not allowed here, but he’s stubborn! He says he wants to talk to you!”

Mr. Salazar looked at the old woman.

The Manager’s eyes widened. He turned pale. The folder he was holding fell.

The “beggar” Ricky was pointing at… was the face hanging in every office of the company. The owner of the entire corporation!

Mr. Salazar ran quickly. He almost tripped in his haste.

“D-Donya Consuelo?!” Mr. Salazar shouted.

As he approached, Mr. Salazar knelt in front of Donya Consuelo and waved.

“Ma’am! Good morning! Oh, why didn’t you call to say you were coming?! I wish we had prepared! I wish I had picked you up!”

The entire showroom fell silent.

The smile on Ricky’s face disappeared. It was replaced by fear. His knees began to tremble.

“D-Donya… Consuelo?” Ricky whispered.

“Do you know her, Ricky?!” Mr. Salazar asked angrily. “She is Donya Consuelo Mondragon! The owner of Prestige Motors! The one who pays all of us!”

It was as if cold water had been poured over Ricky. The old man she called “basurero”, “beggar”, and pushed… was the Billionaire Boss of Bosses.

“Salazar,” Donya Consuelo said calmly, but her voice was emphatic. “Is that what you teach the employees here? That if they are dressed simply, they are not allowed to come in? That if they look poor, they can be insulted?”

“N-No, Ma’am!” Salazar replied, sweating.

Consuelo turned to Ricky.

“You,” Consuelo said. “You said earlier, I am not allowed here because I might get the tiles dirty? You said you would sell my kidney?”

“Ma’am… sorry…” Ricky knelt down, crying. “I don’t know! I thought…”

“What did you think? That because my clothes are old, I have no rights?”

Consuelo opened her ecobag.

The contents were not vegetables.

She took out three bundles of money and a Black Card.

“I was going to buy three cars for my grandchildren. Cash. I brought the money. But because of your attitude…”

Consuelo put the money back in the bag.

“Mr. Salazar,” Consuelo ordered.

“Yes Ma’am?”

“Ricky… You are fired. I want him out of my building right now. And make sure he is blacklisted from all our companies.”

“Ma’am! It seems like you have mercy! I have a family!” Ricky pleaded, grabbing Consuelo’s duster.

“Let me go,” Consuelo said. “I hope you thought about your family before you were mean to your neighbor. The luxury we sell is not just in cars, but in service. You are worthless.”

The guards dragged Ricky out—crying, ashamed, and jobless.

Donya Consuelo turned to Maya, the trainee who was shaking on the side.

“And you…” Consuelo said.

“P-Po?” Maya replied hesitantly.

Donya Consuelo smiled. She held Maya’s hand.