Your Driver Is Waiting の小説・ストーリー

He would have kept chatting me on g***l instead of responding to me on W******p like normal individuals do. After I sent the message, he didn’t reply and starting to get really worried as to if he saw it or not because g***l doesn’t provide read receipts, it only provides information as to if your message got delivered or not, so I was already contemplating whether I should go back into his office to inform him that I am ready and I decided to wait at the parking lot instead when he walked towards his car majestically. I was expecting his driver to show up and drive us home since the driver has been driving us for a while now, but the driver didn’t show up and he decided to drive.

I could even be your driver] Driver???

“This diner that you are looking at should be approaching their closing time by now.” The driver looked at me plainly, but I know that deep down, he doesn't know what he could make of the information I'm feeding him yet. But he dared not show me an expression that mirrors his inward thought. I continued, “I’m expecting a young waitress to come out of this diner in a few minutes.” “Now, this is what you would do for me,” I said finally. This time, he shifted in his driver's seat to pay me better attention as he knew the stakes of fumbling at any task I gave him.

Anyone who waits wants leverage. Instead, I let my gaze drift to the rearview, where the same Honda idled at the curb. Its driver, a man built like an ungracious apology, did not look up from his phone. I unlocked the phone with my left hand, the right staying on the wheel. UNKNOWN: YOU’RE GETTING SLOPPY. No threat, no signature, no request for a reply. I read it, once, then again.

Should she be feeling relieved? After a long moment, the driver asked, “Madam, should we wait for sir to get in?”

He turned to the driver and gave a nod. I couldn't hide the fact that I was surprised at his response. As a matter of fact, I wasn't the only person the driver was stunned as well. “Sorry boss I didn't get you.” He stammered. “A person with initiative should know that the weather is quite chilly and needs heat. Why exactly did you have to wait to be told before you turn it off.” Adrian replied, visibly annoyed. “My apologies sir”. The driver muttered and turned off the air conditioners.

I want to see how she’s doing after how rough I was with her last night. I throw a coat on and take the elevator down to the ground floor. From there, my driver is already waiting. I have several on call, but there’s one who always waits just outside my building. Rain, shine, four in the morning… It doesn’t matter. He’s always there. By the gallery, but two streets down. I want to pick something up. “Shall I wait for you?” the driver asks. “No need,” I reply, checking my teeth in my front phone camera.

The driver watched the apartment windows, then typed a message. _She took the bait. Proceeding to phase two._ He put the car in drive and disappeared into traffic

His little white car that looks like a Royce pulls out the huge driveway and rolls down the road to meet the road in the woods. Our car is in the woods surrounding his house. We sit four hundred meters away from his driveway that connects to the main road that leads to town. We wait as he pulls away from the house. All our eyes train on the computer in Jack's hand. After about eight minutes, the red dot turns cool blue and the hum turns off. The blue dot has a smiley face on it. Above the dot is 'safe to go'. "I'm so glad we have you on the team," I say with a grin.

"Follow your heart and Goodluck!" I'm running with my wolf's speed out the door in less than a second. There's a black sedan waiting for me as the note said, but I don't see signs of Zane anywhere. I get in and grip the arms of the driver's seat, leaning closer to the driver who's watching me through the rear view mirror. "Where is Zane? Why don't I see him?" "Relax, ma'am. The Alpha's waiting for me to bring you safely to him." The driver discloses and starts the engine.