Chofer Particular Para Senoras Novels & Stories

Nakabusangot na nanahimik ang amnesiac na makulit. “Hindi pangkaraniwan kasi tayo lang ang pasahero. Normally, marami dapat tayong kasamang ibang pasahero ngayon. Mas mahal ang bayad kasi ibig sabihin nasa atin ang lahat ng atensiyon ng driver,” sagot niya na halatang napipilitan. “Parang ikaw? Sabi ni CJ itrato daw kita nang special na parang VIP. Special ka nga kasi binibigyan ka ng atensiyon ng mga taong nakapaligid sa’yo.”

A familiar uniform catches my eye, and I feel a pang of gratitude as I spot the driver holding a sign with my name. "Miss Sophie?" he asks, confirming my identity. I nod, shuddering slightly. "My Name is Ron Beekhof, and I've been assigned by Princess Reina to pick you up. This way, please," he says, gesturing with his hands. Grabbing my luggage, he leads the way to the waiting car while I follow after him. The anxiety begins to ebb as I settle into the plush interior. The drive is a mix of nervous anticipation and the beauty of the Dutch landscape passing by.

"Hello ladies, My name is Cody and I'll be your driver today. I understand we've got a few stops ahead of us. Please let me know if there's any thing you need." The driver was different person then the day before when Collen rode with them to the hotel, but he was still a pleasant and behaved in a very professional manner.

the driver asked once she goes inside. "At Mattheios Company," Ramina replied as she fastened her seatbelt. Ramina saw how the driver glanced at her from the rearview mirror. "You're working in that company?" the driver asked. Ramina leaned her back on the backrest. She sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I am. Do you have any knowledge about the company?" she curiously asked. The driver started the engine. He liked where this conversation is going. "Aside from being a successful company, I don't know anything else about them," he said while restraining a smirk.

No matter how bad it was, it was still a Ferrari. After he bought the food, he went to the petrol station to refill the petrol. While he planned to leave, a silvery-white sedan drove over. The driver was a 25-year-old young woman. Her long hair was black and shiny, and her white shirt was clean. There was a little black mole at the bottom of her left eye. This woman was Maya Barlow, Edith’s eldest daughter and also the manager of Fire Crown Motorcade. After Maya saw the 458, she was a little stunned. She remembered that it was Larry’s car. Was it put aside in the camp for a year?

"There was a second vehicle. It matches the description." "And the driver?" i asked "Jonathan," he said carefully, "the driver is not Adrian Cheng." "Who is it?" I asked again "We're enhancing the image now, but from what we have... It's a woman."

I can't believe that actually worked! Sinking into the cushions the driver asks in a thick southern drawl, "So where are we going, cher." My eyes blink open. Micah is driving the cab.

I called the driver who just finished buckling his seat-belt. “Yes, miss?” he responded. “I was hired by Chandler in a haste. But, may I know what is Chandler’s position in the We.X hotel?” The driver tilted his head to see me and give me eyes that say; ‘Is this girl a dumb or what? She applied for work, yet she doesn’t even know her boss’ position.’ The gaze I received is enough for me to sit back awkwardly and laid an odd smile. “Sir Chandler is the CEO of the hotel.”

"Why are there so much...?" "Well, middle class taxis are Camrys. Lower class, mini coopers... And many more. The VVIPs are the Limos so yes, there are very many Camrys. Ivy's shoulder droops as she looks at how much work she has in front of her. Two hours cannot cut it. She's going to need as many help as she can get. She turns back to the men and smiles. "Do you want to make extra bucks?"

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?”