Matt
Matt hoped that the oil leak would not leave a mess on the drive. He sighed, annoyed with it all. He’d been more than happy to go half on the service the car sorely needed, but Brian had insisted he’d do the filter changes and the rest if he gave him his half of the service money in cash. Three weeks later and he was out a hundred and twenty bucks and the car was still leaking fluids.
The walls of the estate were intimidating. When he’d prepared for this interview and learned James lived in an exclusive zip code he hadn’t been much intimidated or impressed. Now, as he waited for the security guard to clear him it became clear that James came from serious money. The impossible gates started moving on silent hinges and the gatekeeper waved him in.
The image of James the night before
