Since Dania’s home is close by, we drop her off first. Halfway to my place, though, the driver misses a turn.
“Gerodi, you should have taken the right.”
“Oh, apologies, Miss Veronese.” He meets my gaze in the rearview mirror. “No worries, I’ll find a place to do a U-turn.”
I lean back but keep my eyes pinned to the mirror. Every few moments, Gerodi glances at it, then looks away. My purse is right next to me on the seat, and I move my hand toward it as inconspicuously as possible.
“So, have you been working for my father long?” I ask.
“A couple of months.” Another smile.
We reach an intersection where he could easily turn around, but he keeps driving straight. My hand slips halfway inside my purse, and I can feel the phone under the tips of my fingers.
“It’s hard. Starting a new job
