Bria sat once again beside the driver of the stretch-hummer, shifting and drumming her fingers in nervous anticipation. The thought that she could have made her break so soon was amazing. Just wait until she bragged about it to some of the girls back home. She'd have to make sure to get a link for the work. Whatever the work was.
"What am I supposed to do?" she asked suddenly.
"Look pretty," was all he said, which made her frown. Before she could ask more about the job she realized they weren't headed into a richer area of town like she'd expected. In fact, quite the opposite. This area made her own look posh.
"Hey, um, I thought you said he was famous."
"He is."
"Then why are we headed into a slum? I think maybe you should let me out," she demanded.
The man snorted, but obliged. "Your choice. He lives where he grew up. Just because he's famous and rich he's still determined to show everyone he's the same guy he always was. Now either get out so I can find your replacement, or stay and shut up."
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