Traced to the parking lot (The Billionaire’s Domination Part 1)
It was getting late on a Thursday night and for some reason all day we had been running behind schedule. I work for a limousine service and our clients do not like being kept waiting.
“Patricia, this is base, come in.” the message crackled over the radio.
“I’m here, go ahead.” I replied.
“We’ve got one more job for you.”
“I’m done for the day.”
“Oh, ok, sorry. I must have said that wrong so you thought you had a choice.”
I sighed before answering the sarcastic voice on the other end of the radio.
“1536 Winton Avenue.”
“Make it twenty. This seems to be one important dude.”
“As they all are, Patricia out.”
Hanging the radio’s mouthpiece back in its cradle I sighed again and turned the limo around at the next set of lights. It wasn’t a bad job; it’s just harder to do at the end of a nine hour shift.
I’ve gotten to know the city quite well and knew I had yet to pick anyone up from 1536 Winton Avenue. I just knew it was one big sky scraper. My mind drifted off to me being in a deep hot water bath with rose petal oils, a glass of white wine and some cool tunes emanating from my I-pod all soothing my aching muscles. Bliss, pure bliss. I thought.
I was brought back to reality with a bang. Literally. The car started swerving all over the road.