The stretch limo was state-of-the-art with a sleek, futuristic interior and fully stocked wet bar--though Miranda Dallas didn't offer a drink.
Casey sat at the very back, cracking her knuckles, simmering in her anger.
Miranda and her studious, bespectacled assistant sat all the way at the front of the cabin, facing backward.
Tapping away at her phone, the assistant quietly said, "It's set for two o'clock, ma'am."
"Thank you, Raye," Miranda replied. "And you reserved a table on the veranda?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Excellent."
Casey spoke up. "Got a hot date?"
Miranda sighed, but didn't look up from whatever she was doing on her phone. "And you were doing so well, Ms. Shock. I was almost convinced we'd make the whole ride in peace."
"Might help if I knew where we were going."
"We're going
