DRAKE
Valets swarm the car, drooling and slobbering all over themselves to stare at her. She’s a unicorn in the wild, a rare enchantress itching to be appreciated. Yes, she’s a car, but by God, it’s a f*****g work of art. “You’re f*****g high or stupid, if you think you’re getting these keys.”
“Of course, sir,” the head valet nods, stepping between the crowd, presenting himself like a lamb to slaughter. His hand waving in silent instruction to the others, who run around setting up cones, and rope. Smart man.
Without prompting, I grab my wallet; I slide it free, grabbing a handful of bills, passing them off. His pupils dilated with wonder when I don’t count, handing them over. If I learned anything during my time working the lowest positions in the company. Be nice to the f*****g help. T
