Mercedes recalled vividly the car in question but hadn't seen it anywhere near yet, the facts laid on the table that it might be Nathan's. "I..I...I'm sorry. B..ut was it, I..mean Y..ours? She was stammering and her words didn't make sense.
Nathan sighed, "why don't we sit in my car and talk?" Mercedes' head ached so bad and her heart wouldn't stop thumping. Was he going to fire her? When she was coming out of the elevator, she saw the message on her phone which was an alert for her job switch allowance. All the excitement disappeared while she followed Nathan to his car, a Rolls Royce but not the Lambo she hit a few days ago.
Mercedes fidgeted with her hands like a child caught stealing. Nathan was thrilled but his temperament would not permit him to show it. He was looking for a way to
