✤ Thirty minutes…
┋He put the phone up and stole a quick look at the numbers.
‘For fuck’s sake!’ he thought. It had been what, over 20 minutes since he had called the valet for his car to be brought over. Why were they set on getting the worst of him out tonight?!
The better, brighter part of him urged patience. It begged him to take it easy, smell the fresh, free air of the night. Yet rage was boiling inside and every passing moment brought it further and further up.
At last, the skidding tires broke the silence. He took another look at the numbers on the screen – 30 minutes for a car. He frowned and clenched his jaw.┋
✠ Thank you to my wife, Ryanna, for the support! Check her Flickr by clicking on her name!