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.

thumped her chest. “Eleven hundred

hundred?” Thomas’ eyes shone. Most of Irieson’s white collars were only paid

beyond the normal range. The only reason Olivia paid him that much was because

looked at the 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 have to pay

administrative secretary. She can start tomorrow. Seven hundred dollars a

realized Thomas still wasn’t coming. “Don’t tell me you

it from my pay. My sister and I need to rent a house, but we don’t have enough

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

head. “No. That’s

the money for you once I’m

He then left the conference room and asked, “Well, let’s go, Miss Pearson. Aren’t you in

rolled her eyes. It’s your fault. You

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

starting to get exasperated. “Can you really

“Of course, I

speed up. I’m in

you. You

me?” She scoffed. “Not to brag, but nobody’s

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

we should go slow. For safety’s

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 speed, I might have to

Fine. I was going to stay humble, but you asked for it, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.