Chapter 1: Meghan's POV

"Oh NO NO NO" I couldn't help myself shouting when I heard my car start making a weird noise and then stall.

"What?!" my best friend asked through the phone.

"My car just stalled." I took a quick look at my watch. This can't happen to me.

"It had to happen one day, that car has had its days"

I took my phone and got out of the car to see what was wrong. "Shut up, this car is in good shape,oh my God, it can't do this to me now, I can't afford to be late for work today."

"Maybe it's a sign that you should quit that job."

"It's okay, I've heard this sermon a thousand times before, I need this job, especially after the fiasco that was my job interview."

I was coming from a job interview at a cosmetic company in west palm beach, but there was zero chance that I would have the job. I believed in it this afternoon, when I went there. But you only had to see the look of the woman who had interviewed me mentally judging the clothes I wore to know that it was lost in advance.

"Stop being desperate, maybe they'll call you."

"I highly doubt it. Listen Flo, I'm going to hang up to call a repair company."

"Ok,bye" I immediately hung up and opened the hood of the car. I checked what repair company was near where I was,then I dialed their number. I gave them the address and they informed me that they were sending someone. It definitely didn't help me growing up with a mechanic father.

I grew up in a little town called Bellevue in Idaho, my dad was the local mechanic. Maybe I should have learned two or three things.

I check my watch again, it was 4:50 p.m. I still had a good half hour drive before arriving in Downtown Miami. And I had to be at work at 6 p.m. . If the repairman doesn't arrive within fifteen minutes I could start saying goodbye to my job.

I work as a barmaid in a nightclub. And during the day I was a waitress in a restaurant. Which made my day start at 7am and end at 3am. That's why Florian, my best friend insists that I quit the nightclub job, he says that exhaustion will end up killing me. The thing is, I can't afford to quit either job, because on top of my monthly expenses , I also have to take care of my father's medication which costs the skin of the buttocks. When my father told me that the insurance no longer covered his insulin, I had to take the job in the nightclub.

Twenty minutes later, the repairman wasn't there yet, I couldn't leave my car and take a taxi, but I couldn't afford to be fired either. In addition today I had to be on top of the top.

There was a private party, the night club was going to be sold, the new owner had organized a party to celebrate the sale. Which meant I had to impress my new boss if I didn't want to lose my job. In addition, who says private party says big tips.

Half an hour later I was starting to get desperate, I had no chance of arriving in time. Even if the repairman arrives right away, by the time he determines what's wrong and fixes it, I'll already be late. I was left with only one option. Calling the club manager to apologize for the delay. I was pacing on the side of the road dialing his number, he picked up right away. I felt his frustration through the phone when I explained the problem I had.

"But that's not possible Meghan, you can't afford to be late on a day like this."

"I swear I'm doing my best to be there as fast as I can."

"I hope, because if not, start saying goodbye to your job." then he hung up on me.

I was starting to feel a migraine rising. I called the repair company again but he only repeated to me that they had sent someone and that he should not delay. I held myself back so as not to hurl insults at him.

"Damn it" I shouted as I hung up.

"Miss, do you need any help?!"

I turned around, a man in a suit was standing behind me. He had parked his car a few blocks from mine.

"No, unless you're the repairman."

"No, I'm not a repairman, he smiled then asked:" Your car has a problem?!"

"Yeah, it started making weird clicking noises and then it stalled."

He leaned over the hood, checked the engine oil level. "Did you call the repair company?"

"Yes, I've been waiting for half an hour."

"Sorry, ." he smiled looking at me, he was a nice guy. It's rare to see someone who takes their time to bring their help, more surpring when it is a rich guy . I had deduced that he was rich because he drove a Maserati Quattroporte . "Do you have to be somewhere?you seem to be in a hurry!" he asked me.

"I have to be at work at 6 p.m., but I'm already late."

"I'm sorry for you."

"It's okay, thanks anyway for stopping by."

He said goodbye always with a smile on his lips then left, he got into his car but it did not start right away. Then the car door opened again, this time the back seat door opened too. Another man got out of the back seat, he was wearing a suit too, I couldn't see his face because he sat directly in the driver's seat. The other man closed the door for him and came back to me.

"My boss asks me to wait for the convenience store for you, he can drive you to your work."

"What? No, I don't want to disturb you, besides I don't know you I can't leave my car like that."

"Miss, trust me. We are only trying to help you. Besides, I have to do what my boss asks of me if I don't want to lose my job. I think you understand?"

I didn't answer him but stare at him instead. "Trust me, I'll bring your car tomorrow at your address ? Here.." he reached into his pocket and took out his wallet, he pulled out his ID. "Here's my identity card, if you don't have your car first thing tomorrow, file a complaint."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him curiously, it was all weird what was happening.

"I'm just doing my job."

Suddenly I said to myself that it was perhaps luck that was smiling at me in the middle of this day which had been pure disaster. I took his ID, his name was Sean Connery. Something told me that I could trust him. We exchanged our phone numbers, then I went back to my car to get my bag.

"Thanks a lot." I thanked him.

I walked over to the Maserati and sat down on the passenger side.