Job 4—Tip Taken
I’d been scanning job boards for hours, coffee growing cold next to my laptop, stomach growling like it was auditioning for the lead in a horror film. Nothing. Nothing at all. Everything wanted experience I didn’t have, references I didn’t know how to fake, or a degree I haven’t gotten yet.
And then finally, a listing so simple it felt insulting:
“Driver needed for evening engagements. Must be punctual, discreet, and able to handle high-profile clients. Luxury car provided. Cash paid nightly.”
My first thought: rich snobs, probably the type to complain if the leather smells funny. My second thought: cash, tonight, in my pocket. My third thought: New York match… I’m coming for you, baby.
By seven p.m., I was outside a sleek black sedan, my bag slung over my shoulder, st
