Gold Digger Robbed Poor Grandmother — Story of the Day

Claudia's life spirals when she steals from an old lady, only to be confronted by Derek, a mysterious figure who's determined to make her pay for her gold-digging ways. As secrets unravel, Claudia faces a web of deceit and the reality of her choices.

As Claudia walked down the bustling street of Downtown Chicago, her mind was filled with visions of a life of opulence, all thanks to Andrew, a wealthy man she was dating.

She had already decided he would be her husband soon, and her life would be full of luxuries only few could ever imagine. But her champagne daydreams burst when an elderly woman stumbled into her and grabbed Claudia's arm.

"Oh, dear, I am so terribly sorry," the old woman apologized, looking frail and distressed.

Claudia’s initial annoyance and desire to snap faded when she noticed a wad of cash in the woman's open purse. "Of course, I'd be happy to help," Claudia said, her voice oozing faux concern as she guided the woman to a bench.

While pretending to assist the old granny, Claudia slipped the money from the purse and concealed it in her own. She said goodbye after a while and walked briskly away to meet Andrew at a local restaurant.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," she said smoothly, meeting his gaze with a bright smile.

Andrew smiled back. "No worries, Claudia. You’re here now," he said, his voice full of ease. “Do you want anything?”

“Just get me the same of whatever you’re having,” she replied absentmindedly. “I need to use the restroom for a second.”

Inside one of the toilet stalls, Claudia unearthed the stolen cash from her purse and counted the bills, licking her lips in delight. This money opened up so many possibilities for her, even with her plans to marry rich.

She placed it back in her purse securely and returned to Andrew, thinking about her next move. Once she sat at their table, Claudia noted Andrew smiling. He had a glass of champagne awaiting her.

"What's the occasion?" she inquired, sipping the bubbly drink.

"It's a surprise," Andrew hinted with a twinkle in his eye.

Excited, Claudia began flirting and teased him about giving her lavish gifts. Andrew was only amused by her guesses, but he excused himself to retrieve the surprise from his car. She was almost bouncing off her seat with anticipation.

Her joy was interrupted, however, by a disheveled man who took Andrew's seat. Annoyed, she demanded he leave, but the man was undeterred. "I came here specifically for you, Claudia," the stranger said, and his tone made her back shiver.

"I think you're confused. I don't know you, and you certainly have no business with me."

"Oh, but I know you," the man countered, leaning forward with a devilish smirk. "And I suggest you try being a bit nicer to me, considering that I'm about to blackmail you. But first, you need to get over any lingering notion that this meeting is in any way random."

Claudia watched, her mouth agape, as the strange man began an unexpected transformation right before her eyes. First came a wig, gray and wiry, placed atop his head with a dramatic flourish. Next, a pair of glasses perched on his nose, followed by the insertion of false teeth that altered the shape of his mouth.

Her eyes widened in shock as she realized this man was the elderly woman she had stolen from earlier. Her shock quickly turned to anger as she understood the setup.

"Why? What do you want from me?" she demanded, hitting the table harshly.

The man sat back, eyes locked on Claudia. "I'm here to do my job," he declared, "and you need to return the stolen money."

"Who's behind this? Why all this effort?" she insisted, red-faced and humiliated.

"It's not that simple, Claudia," he shook his head. "I'm a professional and I won't give up my employer's identity just because you ask. Now, where's the money you took?"

Caught in the man’s trap, Claudia did the only thing she could think of: retaliate with insults and ugly names.

"My, my, we do have a wide vocabulary, don't we? Please, if you're going to continue with the name-calling, just call me Derek. It's much simpler," he continued, unfazed.

With a heavy breath, Claudia leaned forward and tried bargaining, wanting to know how to get out of trouble. Derek firmly insisted on her returning the money, otherwise he would expose her to the person who had hired him. With no other way out, she reluctantly gave him the cash.

"Now about those shoes," Derek shifted focus, pointing at her designer heels.

"Isn’t the money enough?" Claudia asked, outraged.

"It's about principle," he countered. “Those shoes are just another symbol of your gold-digging ventures. Give them to me."

The thought of surrendering her shoes, her possessions, to this man was humiliating. “You’re stealing from me now,” she spat quietly.

“Not really. It’s more of a lesson,” Derek shrugged. “You don't want Andrew to learn the truth about his darling Claudia, do you?”

Claudia felt a chill at the mention of Andrew, and Derek saw her demeanor changing.

"That’s right. I know everything about you, Claudia," he whispered menacingly. "Andrew is just the tip of the iceberg. The man who sent me, he's quite influential, and he's very keen on making you pay for your lifestyle. Your greed... your manipulation... it ends now."

And then, as if to underline his point, Derek casually opened his coat, revealing the butt of a gun tucked away in an inner pocket.

"I'll do whatever you want," Claudia conceded, swallowing thickly as she hastily removed her shoes. "There. I've done everything you've asked. What more do you want?"

Derek said her troubles were far from over, demanding her dress next. Claudia shook her head and hugged herself, horrified at the thought of disrobing in public.

"That tablecloth should provide ample cover," he suggested with a cruel smirk, gently touching the gun on his holster as a reminder of who was in charge. Then, he stood, taking the tablecloth in his hands and tossing it her way.

But in a desperate bid for escape, Claudia threw a tablecloth back at Derek, covering his face, and fled, running barefoot until she crashed into Andrew’s heavy chest.

Breathless and hysterical, she explained the danger and her escape from the man's menacing threats. Andrew quickly shifted from surprise to action, ready to call the police and confront whoever was bothering her.

But Claudia begged him to just leave, fearing for both their lives. "Please, it's too dangerous," she insisted, pulling him out into an alley. Andrew agreed reluctantly to hide and plan their next move.

But Derek soon found them. "You owe me a dress," he taunted, throwing the tablecloth at Claudia's feet.

Andrew stepped between them. "Enough, Derek. This has gone far enough. Claudia has learned her lesson. It's time to end this charade."

Derek's mocking laugh revealed he wasn't done. "Learned her lesson? I think not. True humiliation hasn't even begun for our dear Claudia."

Despite her fear, Claudia realized that Andrew knew Derek’s name, although she hadn’t told him while they escaped the restaurant. Therefore, Andrew was the mastermind behind this situation.

"You did this?" she turned to him in disbelief. "Why?"

Andrew confessed that he was approached by a prominent CEO at a function while Claudia went to the ladies’ room. “He told me he had dated you. That you were only with him for his money,” he said. “I wanted you to feel what I felt, realizing you were using me.”

He had orchestrated this "test" to see if she might act differently, but she failed, only confirming what the CEO had told him.

"A test?" Claudia echoed, her voice a whisper of disbelief. "You humiliated me, dragged me through hell because of what someone said?"

Andrew sighed, a trace of regret flickering in his eyes. "It was more than that, Claudia. It was about giving you a chance to prove that there's a different side to you."

She started crying, shaking her head. “I thought you cared about me.”

Derek’s laughter, cold and mocking, interrupted their discussion. "Oh, come on, Claudia. Did you really think you could play the game without getting played yourself?" he taunted, his words slicing through her already frayed emotions.

In a swift move bred from anger and resentment, she impulsively grabbed the gun from Derek’s holster and pointed it at both men.

Surprisingly, Derek continued laughing and revealed the gun was just a prop. Claudia’s shoulders dropped as she let go of the fake arm. Her despair erupted as she understood the extent of Andrew's scheme to break her spirit.

"Is this what you wanted?" she challenged Andrew, stripping off her dress in a final act of defiance.

Regretful, Andrew tried to stop her, but she stripped completely naked and wrapped her body in the now-dirty tablecloth. Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed off into the night.

Months later, Claudia was living a modest life and barely ever thought about what happened that awful day. Unpacking in her new apartment, she found old photos and a childhood stuffed animal, symbols of genuine happiness disconnected from material wealth.

At last, Claudia could acknowledge the hollowness of her previous lifestyle. Andrew was out of her life for good, and she was no longer pursuing men for money. All she cared about having a stable job, food on the table, good friends, and experiences that deepened her soul.

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