_Author’s POV_
Rolling down the window, Zarelle asked coolly, “What do you want?”
“My car broke down, and I have a meeting to attend. Can you give me a ride?” Calden’s tone remained calm as he gestured toward the parked Maybach several spaces away.
Beside the Maybach, Aldrin crouched, holding a nail in his hand, feeling a pang of regret wash over him.
He thought his boss had gone out of his mind when Calden asked him to puncture the Maybach’s tires, but then he had to do as told.
After all, Calden was the boss, and one didn’t question the boss’s increasingly erratic decisions.
Aldrin groaned inwardly, already imagining the paperwork this would generate.
At the same time, he couldn’t help but feel amused by his boss’s juvenile attempt to get close to Zarelle.
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