Her Driver

Anya decides to answer it and goes to the door. Not minding at all how little she’s wearing. Even though the paparazzi could be waiting outside. Yesterday the thought would have been scandalous. Now, though she merely thought they were free to take what pictures they wanted.

Upon opening the door she found her limo driver on her door step. Looking at the time she cursed. She had a meeting at the studio! How could she have forgotten. “Your not even dressed yet?! I really don’t get paid enough for this.” He complained but then looked her up and down.

Then an idea came to the limo driver. “Would you mind going to the interview dressed like that? We really don’t have time for you to change.” He asks her like it was a perfectly normal and reasonable request.

Anya looks down at her self. The only thing covering her is a sink robe that cling to her body. Plus the towel drying her hair. Just yesterday she would have slapped him for suggesting that. “Sure we can let’s go we can’t be late.” Anya says to her limo driver.