C11 LETTER

The driver's lips were tightly pursed. "Miss Allison, I'm afraid I'm unable."

My temples began to hurt, as well as the base of my neck. He just needed to get the car back and drive me to Steve's house. I only wanted him to drive, pick up Steve, turn around, and take us to the auction, as he was my personal driver. How challenging could it be? I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt