Kylie's POV
The heavy rain battered the city streets, a relentless downpour that turned the sidewalks into rivers of water. I stood under the shade of a nearby café, my clothes already damp from the walk back to the parking lot.
The familiar hum of the city seemed distant, drowned out by the sound of raindrops splashing against the pavement. I checked her phone for the second time. Kent, my driver, was nowhere in sight. The thought of waiting any longer in the torrential rain filled me with frustration.
It was then that a black car slowed down beside me. The window rolled down, and the face of Mr. Lensen, the male staff at the company, appeared. He was dressed impeccably in his usual dark suit, his face looking a little more strained. “Kylie,” he said, his voice warm but cautious. “I se
