Money Obsession

“Liam, where are you?” I spoke through the phone.

“Madame. I’m on standby downstairs with the car. I figured…that you’ll be going somewhere…” Liam said politely but I could hear the remorse in his voice.

I hired Liam as my private driver not long after I married my husband. At first, I hesitated because I liked driving myself around and enjoying my privacy in the car. However, George had insisted that it would reflect poorly on us if I didn’t have a driver to escort me to places, especially if I was heading to a public event with the press around. Liam’s absolute sense of responsibility made him one of the best decisions that I have ever made in my marriage with George where everything else sort of went wrong.

“Thank you, Liam…I don’t know how to thank you enough,” I said as I felt tears creeping into my eyes.

I’m about to start crying again. Honestly, I hated crying in front of strangers, but I couldn’t hold it in in front of the policemen earlier either. George’s sudden departur