A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss
I darted through the rain, my shoes already soaked by the time I slid into the backseat.
"Where to?" the driver asked, wiping condensation from his windshield.
I gave him Hazel's address as I shook raindrops from my hair.
The cab pulled away from the curb, windshield wipers working overtime against the relentless downpour.
By the time we reached Hazel's building, the storm had intensified. Lightning flashed, briefly turning night to day, followed by a crack of thunder that vibrated through the cab.
"That'll be sixteen fifty," the driver said, eyeing the downpour with sympathy.