I didn't bother arguing about the ride because my legs ached from all the standing and walking I did all day.
He called his driver and I hopped into the vehicle without hesitation. The driver dropped me off at Sandra's apartment, and before I could step out, he was already out of the car, opening the door for me.
“Mr. Smith ordered me to make sure you get home safely, ma'am,” He said with a polite bow.
‘Ma’am’ that single word sounded strange coming from anyone's mouth. I wasn't used to such titles or overly polite treatment.
I muttered a small thanks and hurried inside.
Sandra was at home today. She stopped going to work at her workplace that paid peanuts ever since she got the designing gig with Eleanor.
“Ruby!” She yelled from the couch the moment I pushed the door open. “How was
