Right now I'm in the fully loaded Bentley with Johann at the wheel. Whohoooottt!!! How I hate it when a man tries to impress me with things I can pay for myself.
I mean, we could have each driven our own transport to the restaurant, but this mister insisted we go there together with his car. Just a show of the richest. The case is that I won't go back to work after this lunch so it would be convenient for me if I had driven to the destination on my own. Also, I wanted to prevent colleagues from seeing me get into Johann's car and a hopeless gossip about this in the company would follow.
Gosssh!! I couldn't achieve either of those two goals and now I'm sitting next to the CEO on my way to what I'm pretty sure about, is one of the most expensive restaurants in town. Imagine me rollin
