There was no sign of the Land Rover. A chauffeured Bentley Limo was the only possible vehicle.
“Jesus!” she exclaimed as Spencer opened the door for her.
“It’s a perk of the business,” he said.
She relaxed into the sumptuous leather. Soothing classical music played from the speakers. Spencer slid open the partition.
“Can you take us back to Fleetworth-Green, Bob?”
“Yes, Sir. Of course.”
“Top man. I’ll need you tomorrow. Can you stay overnight? All your needs will be met.”
The driver nodded. The vehicle whispered away in a silent effortless flow. This life of absolute command of one’s needs and desires was immensely seductive. Tonight she was too drained to feel any guilt at accepting it. Spencer pulled down two walnut tables from the partition. The central console was a fridge stock
