Cafe Derry
(THIRD POV)
Never in his life did he think he would wake up in sweats, inside his car, at a time he didn't know. He hadn't planned to fall asleep. He was waiting outside the Keys' Corporation in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Brenda Keys.
These days, he hated it, it was hard to catch a glimpse of Brenda has it was hard to get a message through Belinda.
The woman had turned into one of those women he caught a glimpse of his assistant reading before she saw him coming in her direction. The woman in suits. The busybodies. The woman who thought life revolved around work, work, and work.
To get through Mr. Keys had been hard too. The man never left his house. And there was no way he would get inside. There was a guard at the gate, there was that one driver whom he never saw smiling.