Gabriel
I’m getting way too old for this s**t.
Not only did Raquel make me ruin my favorite pair of pants, but she also had the audacity to steal my Mercedes right out of my garage. I’m not sure how she did it, but she must have pocketed my car keys while I was thoroughly… distracted.
Luckily, I’ve always been a very cautious man. It’s a good thing I have the GPS tracking option enabled in my car, otherwise it would have been anyone’s guess where Raquel ran off to.
“Monsieur Rochefort!” Penelope cries. “That she-devil! She’s gone and taken your car and—”
“Relax,” I tell her. “I gave her permission.”
“What? What on Earth for? I'm not allowed to drive your Mercedes, only the Audi.”
I don’t have time to explain things to my housekeeper. “Stay here and watch over Odette. I’ll be back sh
