Chauffeur For The Day Novels & Stories

I felt like I would puke. A young man came to meet me. “Good morning madam. I will drive you to the entrance. I am the chauffeur”. I looked at him and exhaled, “ok”. I didn’t see Michael till I left. There is no need, the chauffeur I needed is right here. He went to the garage and drove a Mercedes Benz. I admire the car. Michael has a high taste in cars. I hopped in. The chauffeur driver to the entrance. I have a better view of the houses we passed through. It must be very expensive to acquire a property here.

jewelry—but he also sent a limousine to pick me up from home. I feel like a princess. “Wish me luck,” I say. “You already have that,” Jessica says, blowing me a kiss. “Now go knock ‘em dead.” The chauffeur spots me as soon as I step out of the house. “Good evening, ma’am,” he says with a warm smile, holding the door open. “I’m Randall, and I’ll be your chauffeur for the night.” Shit, I could get used to this life.

When I got downstairs, the chauffeur was waiting for me. “Good evening Ms DeLuca.” He said as he opened the door to the backseat for me. “Good evening,” I replied and slid in. I wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. I didn’t even think it would ever be possible for me to sit in a chauffeur driven vehicle say less of a Rolls-Royce on my way to a ‘date’ with a trillionaire. It was crazy. The drive was silent, except for the faint sound of soft music coming from the stereo.

He’s standing next to a gleaming blue Volvo. “Excuse me, miss. Are you Ms. Anya Scott?” “Yes, sir. Can I help you?” “Whoa. Cool ride,” Kristoff murmurs from behind me. “It’s the V40 T5.” “Do you know who that is?” Lora muses aloud. I shake my head. “My name is Gomez, miss. I’m your chauffeur for the day, and I was sent here to bring you this car.” My friends and I exchange a puzzled look. “Why would you bring this to me, Mr. Err... Gomez?”

I replied dryly. "Oh? And why the hell were you drunk driving?" "Because I don't have a chauffeur to do it for me! I snapped. The last chauffeur I had was useless. I fired him because he never kept time just like the others. "Then get one!" Nope. I was fine on my own. "Easier said than done. You think it's that simple to just 'get one'? Not everyone has a driver sitting around waiting to escort them at three in the morning!" I shot back, jaw clenched.

He replies simply, while placing his hand on the small of my back to guide me forward to where the limo is parked. I’m still stunned so I say nothing. I’m further amazed when a man steps out of the driver seat of the limo to open our door. “You hired a chauffer too?” I practically yell this time. He snorts at my dramatics, nudging me forward and inside the expensive vehicle. “He’s my driver, Cookie. He has driven me for years” He answers.

Going down the elevator of the building, I reach the basement to the parking lots, wherewith a smile I locate Dominik's car in the distance and approach with a smile, observing the driver waiting for me outside the car. "Good morning Miss Victoria, would you like a ride to school?" The chauffeur asks me. The chauffeur knows that I have to go to school every day, but kindly asks me every morning before I leave if I want to go as if he is willing to help me skip class and go somewhere else nicer. But without tempting my luck by missing more study days, I reply, "Good morning, yes please take me to school."

" Morning Classes? We have already discussed that you can't attend Morning class with the Chancellor!" Mrs Ericson, as the VVIP member of the University director board, looks at Tiara with disbelief. After returning from the university, she has come here to ask if her mother can assign a chauffeur to drive her to the university. Since she gets scared of driving early in the morning after a bad experience. Mrs Ericson leans into her chair and takes a glance at the schedule of the chauffeur teams. There are ten chauffeurs who are in morning duties. So it won't be hard for her to assign one. But...

I toss him an apple which he deftly catches. "Good morning Ms. Daymond." "Oh Franco, just call me Charlotte." I say over my shoulder as I get into the backseat of the car. He closes the door and gets behind the wheel. "Where to Ms. Daymond?" I sigh. "We need to go to Teterboro Airport." He nods and starts the engine. I look through my phone to check my mail and respond to the ones that say 'Immediate response required'. When I'm done, I have nothing else to do, so I decide to bother Franco. He's only been my driver from the past two weeks.

“I don’t open my doors, Sam. That’s something you should know if you don’t want to be fired before your first day is over." Heat creeps into my cheeks as I grapple with embarrassment. “Get moving. We don't have all day.” Gulp, “Er…" My voice cracks slightly, and I'm mortified. I clear my throat, trying to regain composure. "Where are we headed, sir?” “Emailed you a schedule for your duties as my personal chauffeur. You should know my destinations without me having to remind you.” “Y-yes, Of course, sir.” I scramble around, patting down my pockets. Phone, phone, where's my damn phone?