“Hello?” comes a guttural voice.
“Car delivery for Gardiner.”
My new car is parked in a place at the front of the building, which according to the porter is my own private spot.
It's a silver Mercedes, which I can tell from the badge-?thing on the front. And it's a convertible.
Apart from that, I couldn't tell you much about itexcept I'm guessing it cost a fortune. “Sign here... and here...” The deliveryman is holding out a clipboard.
“Okay.” I scribble on the paper.
“Here's your keys... all your paperwork. Cheers, love.” The guy retrieves his pen from my hand and heads out the gates, leaving me alone with the car, a bundle of papers, and a set of shiny car keys.
I dangle them in my fingers, feeling a frisson of excitement. I've never been a car person. But then, I've never be
