•BRIANNA•
After breakfast with Mr. Adrian, we headed towards the row of cars parked outside. I was taken aback by how many cars he owned—he could probably start a car dealership with the number of luxury vehicles he had. He picked one of them, and I couldn’t help but admire how sleek and expensive it looked. Honestly, all his cars had that look. Maybe one day, I’ll have cars and mansions to call my own.
“Mr. Adrian, will I be the one driving you?” I asked, noticing his driver standing nearby.
I hadn’t even realized he was there until he spoke.
“No, I’ll be driving,” Mr. Adrian answered. He unlocked the door and slid into the driver’s seat. I reached for the back seat, but his voice stopped me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his tone sharp.
“I want to sit,” I replied, a little confused.
“Why would you sit in the back like I’m a cab driver?” he snapped. “Come to the front.”