Sam Sulek Car の小説・ストーリー

Sam shouted from inside the car as the car came closer to me with a pair of sunglasses over her eyes. I must admit, I wasn't anticipating that. I am too shocked to even say anything in reply. Samantha, a Ferrari? Why on earth would a lady rich enough to afford one of those want a job as a secretary? "Are you going to..." "Don't you even dare complete that statement." I said cutting her off. I walked up to her car and looked her straight in the eyes. "Is this yours?" "If it wasn't would I be in it?" Sam replied before rolling her eyes.

I couldn’t even imagine how much that cost. Still, Sam and him had gotten into it about something in the city. They now argued every time they were within eye-line of each other. Kevin escaped in his very modest Toyota Sequoia. The only thing that wasn’t modest was the color. It was in what was called a Supersonic Red and I didn’t think that large of a car needed to be supersonic. That was not the point, but far be it from me to point it out.

He tried to guess Camelia's safe and bank passwords, but everything needed to be fixed. Samuel gripped the steering wheel of his car tightly. His breathing was rough; his eyes kept staring at the red light that forced his car to stop. His hand impatiently beating the horn repeatedly, he drove the vehicle again at high speed, defending the streets of São Paulo. Samuel swerved onto the shoulder of the road, getting out of his car. Combing his mane up, he took out a cigarette from his pocket. Quickly burn the tobacco and then smoke it in a high exhale of smoke.