Chauffeur For The Day Novels & Stories

He seemed rather calm as he commented, “That’s my lawyer’s business card. Discuss the compensation with him. Remember to keep the card well; if you lose it, I’m afraid you’ll have to personally come up with the compensation.” The chauffeur’s expression stiffened. He looked as though he wanted to continue cursing, but he knew he had to prioritize. Hence, he grabbed at the business card hastily and kept it securely. Are you kidding me? I will never be able to pay for the car even if I try to for the rest of my life. Elliot then politely gestured for Myra to get into the car. “Myra, it is my honor to be your chauffeur for the day as per Tony’s request.”

* It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when we landed in Northville City, and as I had instructed, the car, which I will use to drive to Renaissance Daycare, was already there waiting for me. I strolled down the plane and headed to the car, ignoring the greetings of the cabin crew. I was about twenty feet away from the car, and my chauffeur had already opened the back door seat for me, standing there patiently while waiting for me to enter. As soon as we were both already inside the car, I took out my phone and glared at the picture one more time. "To Renaissance Daycare," I instructed my chauffeur, my eyes still fixed on the picture of my daughter.

With everything perfectly in place, I confidently set out on my journey, ready to leave a remarkable impression. Thankfully, Tony had his crew pick up the paintings I wanted on display from Patrick and Andy's place earlier, so I didn't have to try and lug them into the limo with six-inch heels on. I closed the door behind me and walked to the limo awaiting me. The driver was standing at the door as I approached. "Hello, Ms. Matthews, my name is Jordan, and I'll be your chauffeur tonight." I hadn't seen this man before, but I trusted William. Jordan opened the door for me as I entered, and we were on our way.

“May I ask if you’re Ms. Cynthia Lawson? I am Mr. Gabriel’s chauffeur. He sent me to drop you off at work.” Cynthia was taken aback. She subconsciously lifted her head up to gaze at the skyscraper. Would he be that kind? She gave it another look. It was not easy to get a cab now. She then nodded. “Alright. I would have to trouble you then.” There was a designated car right here. Why would she decline it? After giving him the address, the chauffeur promptly drove her there. As she was about to get off the car, she heard him said, “Ms. Cynthia, I’ll be waiting for you here. Mr. Gabriel has asked me to take you to his house this evening.”

August waved goodbye to Lisa and stepped into the black car Kent had arranged for her. She stared at the chauffeur, and saw that he was a tall,young figure who greeted her with a nod. "Good day, madam." "Good day," August replied to him and settled down in the car.. The chauffeur quickly entered the car and started the engine before zooming off. As he pulled out of the driveway, he noticed two cars straight away, who had been following them.

“Okay, I’ll hold you to that,” With that, we exchanged kisses and I went down to the lobby and out the door, into the parking lot, where I was to meet the chauffeur. After a little bit of walking, I saw a man dressed completely in uniform attire, crisp and neat. I decided to approach him. “Are you Kai’s…chauffeur?” I hesitated, hoping that I hadn’t gotten the wrong person. It would be awkward if I did. “Yes. Perhaps, are you Mr. Alex?” He replied politely, in a heavy French accent. I nodded in reply. “Very well then, I shall take you to Master immediately, Please get yourself comfortable,” he bowed, gesturing to the sleek Tesla he was standing in front of.

I could tell even when he was fully clothed. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting. There was a bit of traffic on my way here.” “No, you didn’t.” “Shall we?” he gestured toward the car. I walked over, but just as I reached for the door handle, he stopped me. “Hold on. Today is about giving you a stress-free day. You don’t get to lift a finger for anything.” “Really?” I laughed, surprised. He opened the door, bending slightly like a chauffeur. “Here you go, my lady.”

"I'm starting your driving lessons this Saturday. No more excuses. Your car's not a trophy, Rosie. I can't keep clearing my mornings to chauffeur you around." Chauffeur? My spoon pauses halfway to my mouth. "Chauffeur?" I echo, narrowing my eyes. "Wow, okay." I shove another bite in, jaw tight. It's not like I want to be chauffeured. I'm just scared of heavy duty vehicles. He knows that. The rest of breakfast passes in silence with both of us glued to our phones. I mean, I can barely say a word even though I have so many stucked up in my head.

I smacked my lips and rubbed my arms. "Deal," he said faster than a heartbeat. "What? I was just kidding." I blurted out. "Oh! So will I see you today?" "I don't even know where you Live, Alex." I scratched my head. "About that, I will send my personal chauffer to come pick you up." "A chauffeur?" My eyes widened. "A chauffeur is a drive-" "I know what a chauffer is, it's just that not everyone is born with a silver or golden spoon. Some are born with wooden spoons and some completely spoonless." We both laughed.

Lucas grabbed Emma’s hand and they began walking. “Where’s Ben want us to meet him?” Emma asked. Lucas quickly responded, “Burger Queen.” His strides were long but Emma didn’t have trouble keeping up. Walking wasn’t unusual for them and their line of work, although Lucas did have a car that he loved dearly. It was a pristine, quantum grey, fully loaded, 2018 Audi S8 with only 45,000 miles. He liked keeping the mileage low, it was a vintage after all. “Only two more blocks.”