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It seemed like there were two cars that were involved in an accident, Burgundy Ferrari and white Ram truck. The Ferrari back bumper was badly crash, and it looked terrible to see the beautiful car being torn apart.

The truck looked as good as new, though. Except for the old man, who was standing in front of the truck. He looked afraid as he was talking over the phone nervously. I assumed truck belongs to him because he didn't look like the man who could afford to buy a Ferrari. He looked rather normal than high-class man, who had worn such an expensive suit and driving Ferrari in the metropolitan city of Wisconsin, Madison.

Since I moved to Wisconsin, a few years ago. I haven't had the chance of seeing expensive cars passing through.

That guy must be very rich, driving Ferrari in the midwest.

After a few minutes of investigation, police let few cars from the last other two lanes passes and blocked all four lanes making huge space. All of a sudden, I heard people screaming. When I look outside, opening the car's window of the driver side. I saw most of the people had gotten outside on the road and taking pictures of a man in the suit.

"That's him." Someone said, excitingly.

In the middle of the freeway, they were acting as if they have encountered a celebrity or a high-profile billionaire.

After a minute of Distraction, I could see his face crystal clear. I wouldn't say he was the most handsome guy ever, but I haven't seen any men stunning as this guy looked. His blue eyes were shimmering in the morning sun rays. He has a defined jawline. There was a hotness all over his body. He has the warm skin tone, which seemed more attractive in a fitted black suit than they ever were in some men.

As expected, I still had a hard time recognizing his face. "He couldn't be a model because model can't afford Ferrari unless they are rich models." I thought.

Even though there wasn't a single person to watch my awkwardness, I did have a feeling that I was kind of dumb, assuming of his whereabouts without knowing for sure what he did for a living. In fact, I was not socially active. I wouldn't know even if he was number one famous American superstar. I didn't even know the celebrities name, to begin with. I know he was not the president or son of the president. I have seen them in the daily news, our president was older, he must in his fifties and he definitely has no son.

"How would I recognize such a strange face?" I muttered, oblivious to people acting weird in the highway. There wasn't enough time to go over the phone and look for some clue to find what, who exactly that person might be. So, I let it passed through my curiosity.

"How long do we have to wait?" It was kind of only thing concerning me at the hopeless moment.

I was losing my patience, waiting and waiting for them to let us pass through. Honestly, my day would be just as boring as it right now. Although, I would rather spend my days listening to customers complains than waiting impatiently in the middle of the freeway. From where escaped was only possible if you jump from the bridge or either walk to the next exit and make a right turn. I was in the situation, from where I couldn't walk nor jump from the bridge. Obviously, I couldn't leave my only transportation behind.

In a few minutes, I heard the sounds of the helicopter flying towards us. In second, it landed right beside the police cars on the huge space.

At the moment, it felt like I was watching a movie being filmed. Not that I have seen one being filmed. It just looked so unreal and more of a show-off.

From my advanced vision, two well-suited men come out of the helicopter and waited while he had a conversation with the police officer. Then, the man who was driving Ferrari was escorted by those two men towards the helicopter.

I assumed, they must be his bodyguards since the had worn sunglasses and dress up in all black like those bodyguards in movies.

In a minute, helicopter flyover towards the south.

Whoever that man was he must be very powerful and rich or else they wouldn't dare to block morning traffic to make room for him to get out of the freeway under any circumstances.

Then, it took minutes for police officers to get rid of the heavy traffic. The old man was still there on side of the road when I drove away. He was being held by a police officer. If the old man was at fault, I was sure his insurance would be paying a big amount of money to fix that man an expensive car.

"Thank goodness, I was able to reach my work on time. It was such a relief." I muttered as I parked the car in the almost full parking lot.

My manager at my first job always told me, I was a workaholic. Well, she didn't know the entire story of what made me be the responsible person. I worked seven days a week. They didn't pay me for overtime, but little money was worth than nothing.

They said I should go out and have fun once in a while. I would always make excuses to avoid their attention wherever they plan on taking me out for a drink. Who doesn't love dressing up and going out with friends? Right? Only if I had a time of the world.

Though, I love doing all those fun stuff that normal young adult do in their life. Going out until late at night, drinking shit, probably smoking weed once in a lifetime. Unfortunately, that was something I couldn't do. But it wouldn't stop me from dreaming about it all the time. Technically speaking, nowadays, the dream seemed beautiful than the reality.