Greyson
We were on our way home by riding a taxi to the penthouse. Once I reached the airport and turned on the phone, I received a call from the seller lady saying my car was on its way.
By the way, the lady said she was on her way to me. Not saying the car was being delivered to me.
Shit. I was too lazy to face her but I had Lola with me. That car was mine but I would say that was a gift for Lola.
Once we were about to reach the building, I saw the truck carrying my Tesla on top. And of course, the seller lady was there.
“Is someone buying a car?” Lola commented. I smirked silently. She had no idea that four wheels ride was mine and she would be my everyday passenger. No more worriedness that I would have a seizure on ended up in jail.
The taxi stopped at the lobby as I stepped out
