Amanda Smith followed behind Samuel Johnson, clutching her briefcase nervously, her face a picture of bewilderment.
Samuel Johnson was taking her to work?
This was too good to be true, a dream she didn't dare to imagine.
The only thing that could bring him to her personally... was never anything good.
She watched the man's silhouette, her fingers clenching her briefcase tighter, and up ahead, Samuel had already gotten into the car. He opened the door and said to Amanda, "Get in."
Amanda hurried into the car.
The sports car slowly started moving, with Amanda sitting upright in the passenger seat, not daring to breathe too loudly.
She bit her lower lip gently, worried, wondering if she had once again done something to anger Samuel recently. Could it be that she had made some mistake, and Samuel had called her out specifically to reprimand her?
Her furrowed brow indicated her troubled thoughts, yet she still couldn't pinpoint any error she might have made.