Move The Woman
"Stephens! Move this woman. She is blocking my path." The haughty man stuck his nose in the air and waited for his chauffeur to move the offensive woman.
The woman screamed as Stephens bent to move her. It was a scream of pain.
A crowd began to gather and someone called 911 for police and an ambulance.
"Can't you see she is injured?" An older woman yelled at Stephens.
"I didn't know... " He bent to try to help. "Where are you injured, Miss?"
"My hip, I think, or my leg. He knocked me down and stole my briefcase. Can you help me?" Stephens nodded.
His boss yelled again. "Stephens! Move her! We will be late for my club meeting!" The rich man had yet to look down or even acknowledge the woman on the ground, other than as a hindrance.
"Sir, she is injured and was attacked. We have called for help."
"Oh my word, Stephens, let these other people help her. Pull the car up so I can get in and we can leave."
Stephens stood, pulled the keys out of his pocket and handed them to his boss. "No, sir. You can do all that yourself."
"Stephens, if you do not assist me immediately, you are fired."
"No, sir. I already quit. Now shut the hell up and get out of here so we can help someone really important."
The rich man stared down at Stephens and then looked at the woman.
His eyes bugged out. "Marcia?" He knew the woman.
He took a knee next to her. "Marcia? What has happened?"
"You know her, sir?"
His boss hung his head. "Yes, yes. Marcia is my sister. Where are the police? Where is the ambulance?" He demanded.
"I am so sorry, Marcia. I had no idea you were even in town."
"Martin, it wouldn't have mattered. Any woman on the ground would have been nearly invisible to you." She softened her words with a smile and held his hand.
Martin looked at the faces around him, seeing them for the first time, and was ashamed for the first time in his life.
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