SITA
Limo wasn't a trend anymore, but I booked one as though I was an Arab millionaire of the 1980s. the chauffeur was a cool gentleman, dressed in a pretty white suit, his head masked with a hat, and his hands with gloves.
He took my luggage and packed them in the car, then, he opened the door for me and held it. I turned to take a glance at my jealous driver. I had deliberately called for a chauffeur because I didn’t want to take my driver along with me.
“Take care of the house,” I said to Maria who was standing by him. “And you, don’t hang out with my car, hear that?”
He nodded and wiped his face. His eyes were red. He was holding back his tears. Maria was fighting the same thing, but my gardener was just watching.
“What if the general comes?” my driver asked.
“Tell
