Chapter 50 Don’t Want to Be Recognized
Lisa never really stood out in the Olsen Mansion. For the past few days, Tiffany had been the only one around, so Lisa felt sure no one would notice that she had slipped away.
With that thought in mind, Lisa thanked Mona, who beamed and responded, “What’s there to thank me for? I should be the lucky one. I get to sleep in the same bed as the most popular girl in the department! I bet so many people would love to trade places with me right now!”
Mona wasn’t exaggerating.
Though Lisa kept to herself at school, she was still the topic of much speculation. People couldn’t help but notice her striking looks. On the very first day, many assumed she was from the nearby performing arts college.
But rumors also spread, largely fueled by Tiffany’s aloof behavior. After classes, Tiffany would rush off, always picked up by different luxury cars. And what really sparked gossip was that it was never the same man. Over time, the whispers grew darker -people started saying that Tiffany was being “kept” by someone, that she was one of those women pampered by wealthy men who used them as mistresses.
Mona, however, wasn’t one to buy into such talk. She didn’t put much stock in the gossip.
Although she didn’t know Lisa very well, they had worked together on group assignments, and Mona could tell that Lisa was a capable, kind person–someone who wouldn’t compromise her integrity for money.
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Had Mona asked Lisa directly, she would have learned the truth. Those “different men in luxury cars” were actually her family’s drivers or her brothers.
They weren’t just there to take her home–they likely had business to attend to that required her attention.
After spending the night in Mona’s bed, Lisa woke up the next morning to find Mona’s parents had already left for their shop. After a quick breakfast, the two of them started discussing Lisa’s plan for selling sausages.
Yes, Lisa had decided that selling sausages would be her first venture to make some money.
It seemed simple enough, with little upfront cost, and she would have the flexibility to work at her own pace.
Before the Olsens knew about it, Lisa had been tutoring to earn some extra cash. But once they found out, they made it clear they thought it was beneath their social standing. Mario had even personally pulled her away from a tutoring session once, and the experience had been humiliating. Lisa had apologized to her clients repeatedly after that.
Now, selling sausages was the only solution she could think of.
Lisa was a decent cook, and sausages weren’t especially complicated to make. After preparing a batch, she had Mona try them. Mona’s face lit up. “These are incredible! Crispy, flavorful, and the sauce is completely different from what they sell by the
school!”
“It’s my own sauce recipe,” Lisa said with a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you like it. I was worried it might be too different for some people.”
“How could anyone not like this?” Mona said, grabbing another sausage. “How much are you selling them for?”
Lisa wrote “2.50 dollars each” on the small chalkboard. “That’s so cheap! I remember they sell for 3 dollars around the school, and some places even charge 4 dollars!” Mona exclaimed.
“The purchasing power of college students is different from high schoolers,” Lisa explained. “If I charge too much, no one will buy them. It’s better to sell them at a lower price and make up for it in volume.”
Mona nodded. “Makes sense.”
After packing up the sausage stand, Mona drove Lisa to the spot they’d scouted earlier.
They arrived early, with most of the other vendors still setting up. Lisa got to work, setting up her cart and putting on a mask to conceal her face. Mona asked, “Why the mask? You’re so pretty–people would love to be seen with you! You’d be like walking advertisement!”
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Chapter 50 Don’t Want to Be Recognized
Lisa muttered, “I don’t want to be recognized.”
Mona blinked. “I’ve always felt like you were hiding from someone … ”
“Family,” Lisa said briefly. “They don’t want me doing this.”
Mario wouldn’t even allow her to intern anywhere. If she wanted a job, it had to be at the Olsens‘ company. Lisa refused, which was why she had been stuck at home for so long.
By 6:00 p.m., students in their school uniforms began walking by in groups, heading home. Seeing them so full of energy, Lisa felt a sense of freedom.
As long as she could stay out of the Olsens‘ suffocating environment, she felt like she could finally breathe.
Mona had been helping her parents with customers since she was young. When the school bell rang, she called out to the students passing by, “Come get your golden, crispy sausages! With cumin, spicy sauce, ketchup, chili, and secret sauces, all for just 2.50 dollars each, fresh off the grill!”
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Lisa had cleaned up the food cart with great care. Every condiment and sauce was placed in perfect order, looking clean and well–organized. She also wore gloves and a face mask, which made her stand look much more sanitary than the others nearby, where old grease stained the surfaces, sauces were splattered everywhere, and the vendors handled sausages with
their bare hands.
Besides, the stall was run by two young women who clearly prioritized hygiene. It didn’t take long before a group of students gathered around, chatting noisily as they each picked out a skewer to buy.
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