After breakfast, Elora glanced at Tatum and said, “Hey, Tatum, mind giving me a ride to the office?"

Tatum froze for a second. He hadn't expected Elora to ask him to drive her to work.

"No problem at all." he replied, snapping out of it. "I'll drop you off and swing back to prep lunch ingredients."

He was thrilled, honestly. Elora had a dedicated driver, so getting to chauffeur her was a rare treat.

Elora gave a quick nod.

Then she turned to her two younger brothers. "Alright, you two, finish up and get to school. Don't be late."

The boys exchanged a look, then glanced between her and Tatum. Something felt off about their big sister and Tatum, but they couldn't put their finger on it. Whatever-it was grown-up stuff. They shrugged it off and didn't bother guessing.

Ten minutes later, Tatum was behind the wheel, pulling out with Elora beside him. Two bodyguard cars trailed close behind.

the house, the regular driver stood watching the three vehicles disappear down the road, a flicker of

bitterly. Since when does he get to play

"You okay?"

noticing the driver rooted to

headed to work.

Elora's usual car. The bodyguard vehicles

as he muttered to the butler,

great —why would you walk away? Pay too low or something else? Spill it. If I can fix it, I will. No need to jump

me out. He's supposed to be a cook, right? But now he's driving the young lady to

heads-up to start hunting for a new driver before cutting you loose. She hasn't said a word about it, so relax. You've been driving her

you. She's not firing you without a

Tatum to drive? That's just young

The driver's eyes widened.

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