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Still, I have to chew so up appearances, and all that

The light next to the serviceturns green, swishing open to reveal my breakfast Two minutes late

Hmmm

I brush it off, s the financials before getting dressed and heading down to the foyer

Damn watch

At a hundred thousand dollars apiece, they keep pretty good time

But so far today I’ at

Either that or my driver’s late as well as my breakfast

“Good nore

There’s a chorus of a dozen more before I reach the front door, with only the doorh to simply smile and nod

I don’t needshit, thank you

Sensing et his name, checks his watch too and knits his brow

As if he’s even savingthat

It’s not the end of the world, but I can tell already, apart fro (I couldn’t find my coat either after I dressed), that today is definitely out of the ordinary

The familiar sound of a V12 rounds the corner, and I can hear the doorh in relief as he tips his hat in equal silence

Wishing

The li to the driver’s side hich slides down in silence

“I’m very sorry, Mr Masters… Late Traffic… The car…” the driver stammers

Simon

Newish driver Never an issue Until now

I sniff through one nostril and hold up et out

“I’h, I can open the damned door myself” I stab at him coldly

It’s my work voice It’s how I speak to everyone

Pearce Mason doesn’t say please or thank you Not out loud

If I even look at you you’re either in deep shit or you’ve just made me some more money

That’s the prison I’ve made for myself

The prison I see, hear, and feel myself about to be busted from as soon as I open my limo door

It’s hard to describe exactly how I feel when I first see her

Kind of like drowning, but in reverse In a good way, I mean