The windshield wipers of clocked back and forth over the front screen of the Bentley, which was driven by Michael, who tried maintaining a steady the slippery road as it rained cats and dogs, as per usual.
It was almost twelve at noon but due to the grey sky and the heavy dark clouds that poured heavily down in London, it seemed like it was a sad evening, where the streets of London were howling with nothing but emptiness, as Charlie’s car was surrounded with protocol and he made his way towards the airport, constantly asking Michael, every now and then to step on the accelerator with as much force as he could so that they could steadily make their way towards the airport.
“Michael! Can you go a bit faster?” Charlie pressed on to Michael, who knew that his boss was actually out of his se
