Valet

Ming Zhao was one of the richest women in the world. Her mansion including so many extravagances, including a golf course, sports center, and others. She even hired a full-time staff to help around the house. I was in charge of driving her from place to place.

Ming Zhao was also extremely kind. I didn't feel like her servant, but rather a friend. Her flirty remarks made me feel at ease. I wanted it to be more than this, but it was likely never to happen.

Until one day, when we were driving out of her mansion. Just the two of us, past the gates and towards the city. She was in the back reading her book as I drove.

We came to a stop sign just by the forest preserve. As I stopped, I heard someone tap on the car window. A group of men and women were standing outside with guns drawn.

"Out of the car, now." one of the women ordered.

I did as they said, alongside Ming Zhao. I recognized them as former co-workers.

"What is the meaning of this?" She asked.

"We're tired of working like dogs," one said. "You're finally going to pay, alongside your little pet here."