Eowyn POV:
I gasped when I saw the sleek, emerald green Mazda parked in the basement of our apartment building.
"That's for you, Ms. Jones," the man—Benjamin—said with a bright smile, clearly pleased with my reaction.
I blinked at him, unsure if I was hallucinating.
“Seriously?” I asked, taking a hesitant step forward.
Who even was this guy?
He was dressed in another crisp, expensive suit, standing like he belonged in a high-profile boardroom, not outside my modest apartment complex. And he was offering me a brand-new car.
After one night.
One single night.
My mind immediately went into overdrive.
He must be insane. Or rich. Probably both. Who in their right mind gives a teenager a whole damn car after one night?
Take it!
But… why? Why would anyone give me something this valuab
