Chauffeur For The Day Mga Nobela at Kwento

I dug through my purse for my phone to call a cab and smiled when I saw the fat envelope beside it. Yesterday, I pawed off a few things around the house. I’d paid off my credit cards, and I had enough left over for a shopping spree and hair treatment today. If Damien wouldn’t pay his dues, I’d take them. As I neared a street corner, a sleek black Rolls Royce slowed to take the bend. My eyes widened as I saw Maximilian seated regally through the open back window. “You’ve reached Elite Chauffeurs–” I cut the call and stepped onto the rough tar road.

“So I bet I’ll just walk myself home.” He raised a hand, stopping me. “I know you don’t have a car,” he responded, a hint of leisure in his voice. “But you’re now not walking home too.” I looked at him, confused, as he gestured toward a sleek black sedan parked just beyond the gates. “That’s your ride. Starting tonight, I’ve arranged for a driver to pick you up and drop you off every day.” For a moment, I just stared at him, unsure if I’d heard correctly. “Wait—you’ve given me a driver?”

"My driver's license has been suspended because of your righteous actions last night. You'll have to drive me to my office in the meantime." "Where's the chauffeur?" "You were the one who called in to report me. You were also the one who caused the suspension of my driver's license. "Since that's the case, shouldn't you take on the responsibility of being a driver? Why should I spend money to hire a chauffeur?" "We have a chauffeur." "Each trip means extra costs. I'd still be spending money that I shouldn't have to spend." Cameron laughed out of frustration. Suddenly, the roll on her hand seemed much less appetizing.

"Ensure that the account is opened tomorrow morning, I will send the rest of the detail to your email." "Alright, sir. I'll go upstairs then and get the file from your office." Gonzalo replied his boss, his neck craned towards the back from the driver's seat. The chauffer had been dismissed for the day and Gonzalo had taken his place driving them both to a business meeting which had taken a hell of a time. The streets of Manhattan had been busy on their way back to the corporate building which stood in its centre, fast moving luxurious cars moving away from the razzle dazzle of New York offices.

“Do I even want to know why you all of a sudden have a driver, Danica? I mean no offense but you don’t exactly scream rich snob.” “No offense taken. I’m not rich or a snob.” She laughed nervously as I took her hand and pulled her toward the car. “It belongs to my boss. He is just loaning it to me for the rest of the day.” I confessed. The driver greeted me. “Miss Phillips. I’m Cleaver, your driver for the day.” “Hi Cleaver. This is my friend Grace.” He said opening our door. “Afternoon, Miss Grace.” We got inside the car, and Cleaver closed the door behind us. Just like the drivers in movies.

I wanted to tease him a bit, but I decided not to. “Yeah, let me just put my things in my car.” I said. “It’s alright; you can give your keys to Jordan.” He pointed to the tall, tan, muscular man who just got down from the passenger seat of the sedan. “He’s my chauffer and an ex-military driver. He’ll take your car to my place. Don’t worry; he’s not going to scratch it.” “I actually wanted to ride my car.” I answered directly. I am not exactly the type of person who was easily impressed or excited with fancy things. Besides, I just got Jack last night and I was looking forward to riding him today.

I reached in and pulled her for a hug, I really loved hugs and I needed them at a time like this. A sudden blare brough our attention. I went with Chloe, peeking through the window only to see an SUV and a chauffeur outside the SUV. The chauffeur got out holding a tag which read: “TO PICK UP MISS ELEANOR FOR TONIGHT.” Oh no, he didn’t. He did! I thought, clenching my teeth at his audacity. “Wow, that’s a grand gesture from Liam! I already vouch him for you. I mean, look at that dress he got you. And, now a chauffeur? He is a practical billionaire!!” she said, holding my hands happily.

Charlotte father stood and told her that he has gotten her a personal chauffeur and body guard because she can’t keep moving around with his own chauffeur. Charlotte happy about her freedom at last was excited but shew no trace of excitement on her face. As her father called for her attention to introduce her to her chauffeur the guy she obviously didn’t notice as she was entering , she turned and was surprised. Is this a dream or am I hallucinating she thought. Her handsome good-looking chauffeur stretched out his hand and said “ Nice meeting you ma’am , I’m Davids Smith your personal chauffeur and bodyguard”.

Roman “Sir, will you be needing the car all day?” my chauffeur asked as he held the door open for me. “Not all day,” I answered, sliding into the back seat. “But later, I’ll need you to run an errand for me. There are files at King Holdings I want delivered to the architects by evening. Make sure they’re handled personally. No mistakes.” He nodded, serious as always. “Understood, sir. I’ll see to it myself.”

Tom's chauffeur, a tall man in a crisp suit, approached me with a friendly grin, "Morning, Miss Ava. Mr. Tom asked me to give you a lift today. Can't have you walking in this scorching heat, can we?" My eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Tom did what now? He actually sent you?" The chauffeur nodded, and I noticed how his eyes twinkled, "Yep, he did. Said something about not wanting his favourite person to melt in the sun." I rolled my eyes and scoffed. Favourite person indeed, "Tell him he's not off the hook just yet. But thanks for the ride. Can't say no to air conditioning, and I'm quite late." The chauffeur opened the car door, gesturing for me to get in, "Well, hop in, Miss Ava. I'll make su