I’m Someone Else

“Yep.” He nodded solemnly.

And then Olivia let out a laugh.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I thought it was something worse, but it turns out you’re just looking for a job. You could have just called me.”

Thomas blinked. “So you’re gonna help?”

“Of course. Can you drive?”

“Yep.” He learned how to drive when he was in the military. In terms of skill, he was about on par with any professional racer. He was the driver every time they were out on missions, and all the dangerous situations he escaped from polished his skills.

She tossed her car key to him. “You’re my driver now, and just in time too because I need to see someone.”

She then got up. If it weren’t for his visit, she would have been negotiating with Mr. Munich. Now that she had settled his problem and got herself a driver, she had to settle work as soon as possible.

Thomas was surprised to see the logo on the key. He thought, Wow, she’s really rich. It’s a BMW, and she tosses the key around like it’s nothing.

“Well, don’t just stand there.”

“Um…” Thomas scratched his head. “You haven’t told me how much you’re paying me. I need a job that pays me slightly higher.” I can’t take care of Chloe and her family otherwise. Her father’s treatment costs a lot. Gotta talk to her about this upfront.

“Eleven hundred

collars were only paid that

Olivia paid him that much was because of her

time. “Okay, what is

a sister. She used to go to college, but she dropped out because of financial issues. Can you give her a job too? It doesn’t

needs an administrative secretary. She can

realized Thomas still wasn’t

his head awkwardly. “Can you lend me twenty-eight hundred? Deduct it from my pay. My sister and I need to rent

Olivia heaved a sigh. “Can you finish everything in one go? Anything else you need? Just

head.

money for you

A weight was lifted off his shoulders, and Thomas looked relieved. He then left the

rolled her eyes. It’s your fault. You might have another request I don’t know

ride was a red BMW Z4. Even in a metropolis like Irieson, a Z4 was still rare. He drove slowly at

was starting to get exasperated. “Can you really drive? Feels as slow as a

her. “Of course, I can. I

up. I’m in a

wanna scare you. You might

you can scare me?” She scoffed. “Not to brag, but nobody’s driving

of cars for nothing. She would turn left while signaling right, and that was the

think we

going too slow! Twenty miles an hour? I can run faster than you drive. Are you a newbie? I don’t have time for you to train yourself up. If you keep driving at this

stay humble, but you asked for it, so