TRENT'S POV
It was an approximately fifteen minutes drive and we saw ourselves in front of a huge hotel. Of course she chose the best in the whole of Washington.
I made a mental note to let Clarence drive on our way back. I wasn't the freaking chaffeur so driving him don't fit well with my job description of “the boss”
Guess I was just a bit scared that he would take the liberty to crash my brand new telsa car.
What... Why should I trust him?
He trailer after him in a highly recommend silence as we made our way towards the front desk.
The receptionist was a man...I have to give him that.
“how may I help you?” The man asked looking up at the both of us with a without a smile.
Good, he didn't even fake it. I was starting to like the guy.
“We have reservations,” I said, flashing
