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Soon she saw Yardley get out of the car.
He walked over to her car. His suit looked perfect, like he just came from an important meeting.
Nancy quickly checked how she looked in the mirror.
"Car trouble?" Yardley asked coolly.
He looked at her car, taking in the steam and flashing lights. His voice was calm, like this happened every day.
Nancy was so stressed she forgot to greet him properly. "Yes," she said.
She ran her fingers through her hair. She probably looked like a mess. Her jacket was wrinkled and she felt sweaty from stress.
"Need help?"
Nancy didn't want to bother Yardley, but she was really running out of time.
She looked at her watch again. 3:27 PM. She hated asking for help, but what choice did she have?
"I have a meeting with a tax o
