Wasn’t it the chauffeur’s job to drive him home?

Before she could say anything, he spoke in the same wry tone again, “Feel free to leave if you don’t want to do it…”

She cut him off by picking up the car key. Then, they took his private elevator to the ground floor. They were walking side by side through the lobby when the other staff cast a strange glance their way.

Thinking that she had overstepped her bounds, she slowed down and walked behind him instead.

Mason didn’t say anything abou