“Sir, are you sure about this?” John asks as he gives me a side glance from the driver’s seat. He’s been one of my drivers for the better part of the decade, and even before that, he was a former Ranger for the US Army. So, it’s quite surprising to hear him quite intimidated.
But I can’t blame him with all of the smiling people outside my limo, their smartphones pointed at me.
“We’ve been through worse, John,” I reassure him. “At least they’re actually there to see me sober. Remember when you picked me up as I slept on my puke in the middle of the road?”
“I don’t think I can ever forget, sir, as much as I want to.”
John’s comment makes me laugh, which tells me he’s really starting to worry about the situation.
But I guess this is what I get for hir
