I noticed that the driver was staring at the bag I was holding, and I immediately realized that because there was so much in the bag, and the bag was transparent, he could actually see what was inside.
It was hard for me not to be suspicious. Didn't I meet this driver before?
While I was thinking about that, the driver had already sped away. I looked at his car which soon disappeared out of sight, and I felt very out of place.
I wondered, Did I hold a grudge against taxi drivers in my previous life? Why would every taxi driver I came across call me a scumbag?
Casually tossing the bag into the trash can, I went back to my car and drove straight to work. When I arrived at the office, I discovered that everyone from the sales department was back.
At this time, Emily made her way over to
