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

absolute finality.

His head jerked up, eyes wide.

“We both know you’re only sorry you got caught,” I said clearly. “You’re not sorry for what you thought about me. You’re sorry that everyone now knows what you thought about me. There’s a difference.”

Rodriguez opened the Maybach door again with white-gloved precision. “Ma’am, whenever you’re ready.”

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