Peter's POV "I don't give a damn about your opinion! Get the hell outta here and go check if the tires are all okay" I yelled. He quickly opened the door and went out to check the tires. After a while, I heard a strange noise. "Micheal what's wrong?" I asked, worried. "It's nothing sir" He stuttered. I let out a deep sigh of relief. I ran my hand through my hair trying to understand why a stranger would suddenly call me to play such a serious plank on me. As much i tried to see it as a plank, I knew that it was more than that. The caller's voice felt so real, I have to get to the root of this. Michael got into the car, sweating profusely. To my amazement, he pressed a button and the other passenger's door opened. "Why did you open the door" I asked, confused. "Because I asked him to" A lady replied entering into the car. I took a look at my driver who had beads of sweats all over his face and back to the lady who was glaring at me and grinning widely. "Who the hell are you? A
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