The Arrogant CEO
We get out of my Land Rover and my new driver makes an appearance, mixed-race, well-coloured in South Africa, light brown eyes, well-cut hair, plain old good-looking guy.
“Morning sir,” he greets with a warm welcoming smile.
“Morning, how are you?” I reply with a smile.
“Good and you sir?”
“I'm good. What’s your name?” I ask politely.
“Michael but you can call me Mike sir,” he says holding out his hand and I shake it.
“Xander or if you want call me Mr Forsythe.”
“You are my superior, so Mr Forsythe will do for me,” he says, he walks to the back of the car and takes our bags out, he picks mine up and I take Charles who has surprisingly disappeared with Damien.