Cadillac Pocketbook 소설 & 이야기

“I have to go for make-up now. But, I’m sending you something on your phone. See you later.” They ended the call and his phone then beeped. He opened the photo she sent, and it was her wearing an embroidered, transparent, sexy split lingerie set that had some lacework. He knew that she currently shooting for a bridal undergarment set. “Sir?” He looked up and saw Debra again, holding a small box. “Mr. Madison just sent over a Chevrolet Corvette C8 Stingray Ceramic Matrix Grey Signature,” she said and handed it to him. “It’s currently park at your parking floor along with the other four you got.”

he said after a long pause and he narrowed his gaze to the magazine in which he had been reading for an hour plus. "Sure, goodbye then." I walked out of the sitting room and shut the door behind me. I walked slowly into the garage, my hand slowly touching every car as I looked for the one to pick. My gaze suddenly met a Cadillac escalade V. It was not really the expensive type but I chose to pick it, I thought of picking the Lamborghini Aventador but nah. I walked into the car and drove off to work, the time was still some minutes past three, I forgot the packages in which I brought from Paris. Well, I could just give them tomorrow.

“This place looks like Hogwarts for people who do cocaine and insider trading.” Enrique snorts. Logan chuckles quietly from the front seat. And I shake my head, watching the towers fade behind us as the car turns down another narrow street. He’s not wrong. It’s ridiculously theatrical for a place where people mostly write essays and ruin their sleep schedules. A few streets later, Jackson slows the car and pulls the black Cadillac smoothly to the curb. The engine quiets with that soft, expensive hum luxury cars make — as if even the machinery knows better than to raise its voice.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out two things. He set them on the marble table in the hallway. A thin, black credit card and a brand-new, gold-colored phone. "What are these?" I asked, though I already knew. "The tools for your new life," Cade said. "The card has no limit. Buy whatever you want. Clothes, cars, furniture. If you’re going to be the CEO, you need to look like you own the world." I picked up the card. It felt heavy in my hand. "And the phone?"

They rode in Malomond's car, a two-year old gold Cadillac that fit his personality perfectly and gave the burly ex-cop plenty of room behind the wheel. Malomond drove in a relaxed manner, steering the car through the city streets with the fingers of his left hand, his elbow resting on the open window frame like he was out for a simple pleasure cruise. A peppy Sinatra tune floated gaily from the CD player, adding to the illusion.

“Here, sir. Please come this way. This is the latest model we have, G500. It is 248 thousand dollars and a perfect match to your honorable status.” Uh…the car looked wonderful and the status befitted Zack’s but…he did not quite have enough money for it…

Carol hid around the corner upon seeing Judy and her brows furrowed when she noticed Judy talking to someone in the car. Carol held her breath when Judy opened the back door and slid into the back seat, shutting the door behind her. That car was a low-key Rolls-Royce Phantom! How did she manage such a ride even though her family was bankrupt?! Carol screamed internally. It was no wonder she still strutted around with all that confidence!!

I turned and walked away, and Rosalina gave me a respectful bow. I strode through the teeming city streets, weaving between the pedestrians and vendors who lined the sidewalks. The sun beat down on the pavement, and the air was thick with the scent of exhaust and hot dogs. I spotted Black, my driver, standing beside the gleaming black Cadillac Escalade. He opened the door for me with a flourish, and I slipped into the cool, leather-scented interior. The moment the door closed behind me, I tucked my hand Into the back-of-seat pocket bringing out a cigarette packet which has two sticks left. "Get me another," I say throwing the packet to Black who was already driving.

I sat silently in the plush, leather-bound rear seat of the sleek, black Cadillac SUV, parked discreetly at the curb in front of Mr. Sebastian's grand, gated estate. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle purr of the air conditioning created a soothing background noise, but my mind was elsewhere, focused on the wait.

"It’s nice, Jordan. It’s enough for me." Jordan didn't like the car I pointed out. He let out a snort and shook his head. "Catherine, please. You’re a billionaire’s wife and the Luna of the Canon pack. You aren't driving something that looks like it belongs in a grocery store parking lot." He turned to the dealer, his eyes sharp. "Show her the latest Rolls-Royce Spectre. The custom white one with the starlight interior."