Blaine had just set up a cartoon show for his daughter on the tablet in front of her seat, when he smelled the gas.
He frowned, “Did you take the cars for their weekly maintenance check?” He said to the chauffeur in front.
“Yes chairman.” The chauffeur bowed.
Blaine relaxed. Maybe he was imagining it.
He looked outside the window at their surroundings. Perhaps the air vent had sucked in bad air into the car.
He glanced at Olivia and the toddler was engrossed with the scene on the screen.
He looked away again and took out his phone.
Maybe he could get some work done at least, and check for any urgent emails his secretary had forwarded to him.
He bent his head down to get started, and that was when he saw it.
At first, he was not sure, it was just a light mist coming from under
