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 road, a flicker of unease crossing his face. Was

guy's a cook, he thought bitterly. Since when does he get to play chauffeur for the young lady? That's my

"You okay?"

strolled over, noticing the driver rooted to the

headed to work. Why're

scanned the parking lot—no sign of Elora's usual

as he muttered to the

You're doing great —why would you walk away? Pay too low or something else? Spill it. If I can fix it,

cook, right? But now he's driving the young lady to work every day. If he's doing my job, what's left for me? I'm basically unemployed already. She

you. If she were, she'd give me a heads-up to start hunting for a new driver before cutting you loose. She hasn't said a word

you. She's not firing you without a damn good

his voice. "Look, her asking Tatum to drive? That's

The driver's eyes widened.

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