Career Woman
Maurice's POV,
That was an old yellow taxi where I sat with Sama as the humble passenger. The driver seemed older than probably the age of our parents. He was white all over, from the skin to his hair. I can't believe I even missed this shitty thing about New York. I hated going around with a chauffeur, but taxis were my pet peeve too. Damn, the traffic is simply horrible. Subway was a real relief though; I took it almost everywhere I go when I'm not with anyone else. Stan just liked going around in his car everywhere and Sama was rarely allowed to go anywhere, especially at night.
No freaking way.
The city that never sleeps, its bleak and loud noises, all day might be like a piece of music to my ear for a change now. It’s not like LA was any less this loud, but it was at
