Tony’s POV
I drove at full throttle, getting us to our destination in no time. I pulled up in front of a coffee shop, where they could relax and grab some refreshments.
“It’s a date for the two of you,” I said, stopping in front of the mall and letting them out.
“I’ll leave you here for a while—I have something to take care of. Do whatever you want—shop, eat, drink—consider it part of our dear boss’s treat. He’s entrusting this to you.” I handed Mrs. Smith a sleek black card, its polished surface gleaming under the light. I could only imagine how much money was on it—or if there was even a spending limit.
“I don’t need this, I have my own money,” Mrs. Smith said, pushing my hand back.
“Boss’s orders. Take it, or you’ll be fired,” I said with a smirk. “You know how stubborn he is—when
