hundred and twenty-eight
Third person's POV
"Do you think it's okay tho?" Garry asked his voice sounding a little hesitant.
"The Gals aren't easily convinced you know," he pointed making a snarl smile make its way up to his face of Miranda.
And that made him back off.
"Just get the car ready Garry, and for once stop questioning my ability to do something," she snapped.
"Okay," he said quickly and rushed over to have the car ready as she had instructed.
Miranda clutched onto the file she was holding and then her eyes narrowed slightly.
You should have listened when I brought in the proposal Drake, she thought bitterly.
A car packed in front of her where she stood at the front of a large building that had Derp, written in large curvy letters at the top of the building.