They Laughed At Me For Parking Cars—Then My Driver Arrived

paperwork. Filing things. I didn’t think it was…” He gestured helplessly at the Maybach, at Rodriguez, at me. “This.”

I smiled faintly. “You weren’t entirely wrong.”

Lawrence blinked, momentarily confused.

“I do work in administration,” I continued, my voice mild as summer rain. “I administer seventy-five hundred personnel, coordinate operations across continue reading …