She opened the door and found Andrew's driver staring back at her. "Are you ready, ma'am?"
She took a deep breath and nodded. "I am."
They ascended the long flight of stairs. The one thing she hated the most about her apartment block was that the elevators never functioned. They would only ever work for a week tops, whenever they were fixed once in twelve months.
She descended them carefully. She didn't want to twist her ankle or anything, because her heels were about nine inches long. The driver—she believed his name was Lawrence—was astoundingly patient. He kept up with her little complaints and even calmed her down and reassured her at times.
They were outside and she immediately spotted the black limousine parked on the side of the road. She had never been in one before. Lawrenc
