“Where are we going ma’am?” The driver interrupted our conversation. Jade automatically answered, telling him a place and promised me that the food there was top notch.
“You don’t have to feel bad, okay? Your offense was clearly less than hers. You also have your share of suffering. Imagine being followed all day by someone you don’t want.” I tell her and she agrees.
“If I hired him myself or requested for him or some bodyguard or driver, I wouldn’t feel this weird. But being forced? It makes me feel so small.” She tells me.
“So sorry about that. You might as well get used to it. It isn’t that bad,” I say and waving my hand all over the interior of the car. This was me showing her that this might as well be viewed as luxury and not punishment.
When we get to the restaurant, I see that
