Ten.

Having a man waiting for you outside your building standing in front of a big, black, shiny car, shouldn't have been as intimidating as it was.

It felt surreal, watching the car pull into the curb. The driver got out of the car and stood by the driver's side, pulling out his phone and tapping something, completely unaware that I was watching him.

Like clockwork, a minute after he put his phone in his pocket, my phone pinged in my hand.

DeMarcus was his name. My new personal driver was named DeMarcus. That felt weird to say and to think about.

I'd never imagined myself to be in this type of situation. Once, I did imagine myself becoming a personal driver but not the other way around.

I shook my head. DeMarcus' texted to inform me that he had arrived. I peered out this window again. From the looks of him, he didn't look like anything I would've expected.

First of all, he was big. Huge actually, maybe a bit bigger than Richmond, he was bald, and...that was about all I could see from my