Leonard Reyes’s POV
“Is there another road we can use?” I asked, staring out the window of the Maybach, then glancing at my watch again. “I have a meeting right now.”
I growled in frustration, the sound low in my throat.
“Sorry, sir,” my driver responded quickly, tapping the wheel and scanning for an escape. “This is the only road that leads directly to your office. If I take another one, we’ll have to go all the way around town. That’ll add at least another hour.”
Of course. This is exactly why I hate being in New York. Always traffic. Always chaos. I took a deep breath and leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes for a second to calm myself.
Just then, my phone rang, breaking the silence.
It was Mrs. Alba.
Good.
“Good morning, sir,” she said, her voice calm and respectful as
