Ella had just left the Nevilles office and called her driver to pick her up.
"Can't you turn around?"
"Huh..!!"
Ella took a deep breath. The driver had just said that he still couldn't move from their original stop.
"The flock is getting busier, and the number of people coming is increasing, Mrs. Ella. I'm stuck and can't move," said the driver, and he was on a video call.
Ella's driver turned his cell phone and showed how busy it was out there.
"Ahh... Alright. Maybe I'll find another way and take a taxi," Ella said in surrender.
Ella was waiting for the elevator, and she was on the twentieth floor, looking out the window near the elevator. She looked down, and it was true, the streets of London were busier than she had last seen.
But at least, today, she could feel a little relieved, having met Neville and given the man an ultimatum.
Ting...