Soul Cake

She was a success by all standards. She had a 15th floor apartment overlooking the harbour front. She drove a BMW convertible. Her passport overflowed with visa from countries across the globe.

Her visitors were treated to the choicest of wines and single malts.

She had a very rich taste in dressing. Her silks and cashmere's were the envy of all eyes. Or at least the female ones!

She breathed confidence when she advised her multi billion dollar clients on how to stay positive, how to earn more money and how to become better as a person.

She was what she called herself a 'Lifestyle Consultant'

Life had brought good opportunities in her way. From being the personal assistant cum mistress of a wealthy Arab businessman who got her a Honda dealership in Sydney to a fashionista - thanks to the innumerable men who helped her after using her.

But of course she was not like everyone else, which is why she made hay while it shone bright and shinny.

She was smart and learned how to move her coins in the big bad game called life!

She: Can i have a cup of flat white with no sugar?

Barista: Sure... its a sunny morning eh?

She: Yea... murmurs (whatever)

Barista: Perfect for a cake and a coffee. Would you like to have one?

She: No thanks - Just give me my coffee!

Barista: You seem to be in a hurry

She: (no reply) thinks to herself - leave me alone bloke!!!

Two men on the table right across the counter: Poor John he tries to sell those cup cakes to every person - He is collecting money to help destitute women!!!

It was the worst thing that has ever struck her... she went back to the counter smiled at John and said 'I will take a pack of 12 cakes'

Barista John: (surprised and happy) thank you so much - i call them the Soul cakes!!!