“Good morning, Ms. Suri. Ready for school?” Benjamin, a middle-aged and dapper-looking man dressed quite expensively, greeted me as I stepped out of the main entrance.
I’ve read chauffeurs make hundreds and thousands of dollars driving around the rich and it’s no wonder that Benjamin looks pretty made up for someone just tasked to driving a car. If I could, I probably wouldn’t mind doing the same job.
Heck, I’d do any job if it means getting extra money and feeling like I’m doing something useful, but mostly having an excuse to not have to stay under the same roof as everyone else 24/7.
I gave Benjamin a warm smile and nod as I tightened my grip on my light pink bag that transforms into both a backpack and a shoulder bag. It reminds me of a Kanken bag, but instead of the red logo in
