THAT'S THE GOOD GIRL!
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I nervously watched the chauffeur from the backseat as he set the car purring steadily and skillfully down the busy streets.
He was not the chauffeur a few days ago at Enid's business complex. There were so many of them as there were so many cars.
I sat in utmost silence, my palms were sweaty as I stared outside the window with my heart thumping at the thoughts of what I was going to say to Remy.
Was I to just deliver the bag and leave or I was to indulge in some conversation with him?
I knew better, it was best I delivered and left, sticking around only meant risking Enid's plan and he was never tasty to the buds when his plans were threatened.
It didn't take any longer, the car pulled up out of the beautiful mansion and there were a couple of sta
