“It’s the content creator, she and her team claimed you asked them to use the car for content until the party is over, and I’ve been waiting to tell you that such would incur an extra charge.” He said with contempt.
I looked toward the spot where the car was parked, it wasn’t just the girl, it was a whole lot of them, doing s**t with the car that was leased out to me for brief service. One of them was sitting on the bonnet, compressing the car with his fat butt.
“You see what they are doing to the car, my boss won’t like that,” he announced.
I turned to him. He was deserving of a punch. I thought he would have said no to the girl, but the foolish chauffeur left a vintage car to a content creator.
I walked back to Yapi’s house, picked up an empty glass of champagne, and smashe
