DENOVA'S POV
I have never for once thought in my life that I’d be sitting in the same car with the CEO of Bentorhys-Ciaga as my boss, with me being his driver, having to battle the urge to run into a pole “accidentally” while also praying so hard that he somehow gets amnesia and wouldn’t remember that I supposedly keyed his Bentayga back when I was seventeen and had to spend 2 days in a holding cell as my punishment.
In as much as I tried to be subtle and calm while taking him to New York, it was kind of hard when my whole being was in shambles. My hands kept trembling as my fingers gripped the steering wheel and my eyes kept reverting back to him through the rearview mirror. Safe to say I was completely losing my cool, wondering what it was he was thinking, especially after that proclam
