“I hope so. I have a very important meeting to get to.” I wanted to tap my foot as I waited, but I was afraid I’d fall over. The heels were thin little wisps of nothing down there on my feet, and the heel itself was a thin strip. I didn’t want to put too much pressure on it.
“I’ve got a car for you, Miss Howell.”
“Okay.” I perked up a little.
“Have you ever driven an electric car before?” she asked as she began to type frantically into the computer again.
“No, but is it that different?” I wondered if it was going to be a tiny little Prius or something. I didn’t care, at this point, so long as it drove.
“Not really.” She turned to a printer where papers were busy spitting out and turned back to me. “Okay, this car is a little more expensive, but because this is an error on our end, w
