The doorbell rang as Jaymi ran toward the door. It was Max to remind her that it was time to go.  She felt intimidated by his presence and had been hoping a different driver would be taking her that day. In fact, that morning, Jaymi felt even more uncomfortable than she had the day before because he looked upset with her. She wanted her plastic, basic, boring, old drivers from Los Angeles back.

What the hell is wrong with this man? This question ran through her head while she followed him to the car. As soon as they both got in, Max turned to face Jaymi with what looked like hate in his eyes.

“Do you honestly think I don’t know about the stunt you pulled yesterday?”

“How the hell do you know anything about what...

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