I glance down at my watch. The car should be here by now.
I’m anxious. I’m actually anxious waiting for her, and I never get anxious. I wasn’t anxious for tonight’s dinner with the starlet who’s tearing up the charts with her new hit single, I wasn’t anxious when we went to the board of Dash to buy their company, and I wasn’t anxious seven years ago when the company was at risk of going under. But I’m anxious now.
Why? Because I want Sofia here right now, and the car should have been here three minutes ago. So where the hell are they?
No one at work knows about us, so it’s silly to think that there could have been a kidnapping. If the car had broken down, I would have gotten an immediate update from the driver. And the GPS tracker on my phone shows the dot right on top of mine, so they
