The British Chauffeur
Irena's POV
The huge marble door of the mansion was opened as soon as we were in front of it by an elderly man with a stoic expression.
"Welcome Sir, and welcome Madam," he greeted. This voice was thick with a British accent.
" Thank you, Charles, how's everything?" Alexey asked, smiling fondly. They seem close.
"Fine, thank you. " He didn't even smile back.
"Charles, this is Irena, Irena this is Charles, my friend, and Chauffeur," Alexey said, introducing us both.
" Yes, I figured she'll be the one you've been talking about," Charles said, smiling at me and extending his hands for a handshake.
I looked at Alexey confused, has he been telling his friends about me?
I smiled and took Charles's surprisingly soft hands in mine, "nice to meet you, Charles, I hope he said good things about me,"
Charles smiled again, " that and many others,"