Page 26 of Never Let Me Go


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As Sean moves to show us the range of luxury SUVs, I clap Antonio on the shoulder. “Price isn’t an issue. I want the safest and the best. I trust your judgment. Pick the ones you would prefer to drive around New York with your kids in the back seat.”

Antonio nods, a hint of a smile on his lips as he moves after Sean, pulling his phone out of his pocket. I don’t know if he has kids, but I’m sure he gets the idea. Once he’s picked the cars, I’ll give him my offer. Christine has already been in contact with my lawyer to have the contract drawn up, and I’ve purchased a three-bedroom condo in my building on one of the lower floors. If I’m going to have a driver, I need them accessible at all times, which means I need them living in the same building as me.

I trail Sean and Antonio as they argue about safety specs on various cars. Eventually, I leave them, moving to the sports car section to run my hands over a few models. I don’t know much about cars, but I know about these. Ryan is obsessed. Finally, Antonio has it nailed down to two cars. He approaches me, looking apprehensive. I tuck my emails away, looking at him expectantly.

“Well, what’s the verdict?”

“Sir, for the SUV, I believe the Rolls-Royce Cullinan would best suit your purposes.” He points at a gleaming white SUV with the striking Rolls-Royce hood ornament. “It’s… substantially priced.”

I wave away the rest of his point. I don’t need to know that. Who cares about the price? I’m going all in with this. What’s a few hundred thousand?

“And the sedan?”

“Of course, sir. I think you will be most comfortable in the Lincoln Continental.” He’s pointing at a shiny black Lincoln town car. Perfect.

I turn to Sean with a smile. “The Rolls-Royce Cullinan and the Lincoln Continental.”

“Excellent, sir. I’ll get the paperwork started.”

Fuck it. I might as well make Ryan drool. “And the Ferrari 812 Superfast.”

I point at the shiny red car – remarkably similar in color to Anica’s frumpy red sweater – and Antonio and Sean’s jaws hit the floor.

“O-of course, sir.” Sean hurries to his desk while I turn to Antonio with a grin.

“You think the Cullinan and Continental are the best for me?”

“Yes, sir. I think, with an experienced driver, they will be the safest for you to travel around the city. I could suggest a few drivers if you’re interested.”

“I already have a driver in mind.”

“Of course, sir.”

“The job is yours if you’re interested.”

Antonio’s eyes widen, his lips parting as he stares at me in shock. “Mine, sir?”

“Yes. You’ve been driving me for three years. You’re the only driver I trust. You picked the cars you prefer. You would need tomove into my building, but I have a three-bedroom condo ready to go.”

He clears his throat, looking uncomfortable. “I’m not sure I can meet the monthly rent payments in your building, sir.”

“The condo is bought and paid for, Antonio. It is specifically for my driver.”

“Right.”

“I understand you may need time to consider the offer. I’ll have my secretary email you the contract today, and you can let me know your decision next week.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He recites his email address, which I type into a message for Christine, and turn back to Sean, who is eagerly brandishing contracts.

“The cars can be delivered in two weeks. Are you happy with the display colors?”

“I am.” I sign the documents, take a photograph of the invoice and email it to Christine, so she can organize payment.

Sean pumps my hand, and Antonio’s profusely before we manage to extricate ourselves, climbing back into the town car as Antonio heads back to my building. The city moves past as I stare unseeing out the window. Now that I have made my purchases, my mind is free to wander, and it wanders right back to Anica. So much for distracting myself.

Anica hadn’t emerged by the time I left, but she will no doubt be around the penthouse when I return. I shouldn’t have kissedher last night. I blame it on having more whiskey than I thought I did at that party last night. As much as it sucked being left with blue balls, she wasn’t wrong when she said that it wouldn’t be a good idea. I was all gung-ho about it last night because I smugly thought that I had found a way around Uncle Bill’s effective cock block measures.

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