“Do you have a license?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll provide you with a car.”
“You’llwhat?” I gasp.
“It’s no problem. I have a few you can choose from, actually. One moment.” He clicks a few things on his phone.
“Wait, hold on—” He stops what he’s doing and looks at me. “You have cars to spare?”
“They aren’t mine, exactly, but there are plenty of cars here that the company uses for one reason or another. I’m happy to let you use one, and for no extra charge. I will have to add you to the insurance though, as you aren’t an employee here, so I will need a few more details…”
I know I’m staring at him like a complete idiot, but who has cars lying around all willy nilly for someone to use?
With a sigh and a soft smile, he says, “I understand this is difficult for you to grasp, but I assure you, it’s no problem.” He holds his phone up. “Oliver says we have a Mercedes S-Class, BMW 7 Series, Audi A8, and a Range Rover Autobiography. That one must be new, because I don’t recall it. I’m sure it’s—”
“I live in a trailer park,” I blurtout.
He blinks at me, looking confused.
“Should that matter to me?” he asks.
Silence falls between us before I blurt out, “What if someone breaks into it?”
“That’s what insurance is for.”
“What if someonestealsit?”
“Again, that’s what insurance is for.”
“I…” I groan, hiding my face in my hands. BMW? Range Rover? Audi? Mercedes?!
“You can say no to the car. I was only trying to help.”
I take a few deep breaths before dropping my hands. “I’m sorry, this is just a shock. I wasn’t expecting to get so much…”
“I understand.”
“It feels like a lot.”
“I assure you it’s not. It truly is no problem at all. They usually sit here unused. I doubt they have many miles on them. I’d rather them be put to use…”
“Okay, fine. I’ll take whichever one. It doesn’t matter.”
He types on his phone, then puts it down. It dings a moment later. “Oliver will have the keys waiting for you in the front. I chose the Range Rover, I hope that’s okay. I figured it’s spacious and will be helpful to you and your family.”
This man is… too nice. Way too nice. I don’t understand it. People aren’t nice for no reason. He has to be a serial killer.
How can he be this nice and not have a husband or wife or whatever he wants? He said he wasn’t into dating or relationships, but is that only because of work? Plenty of busypeople have personal lives. He’s been nothing but nice and understanding to me today, and for no reason, because I’ve been acting like a spazz. Someone deserves this man’s kindness.
I think I’ll be okay to do what he needs. And I don’t need to do it forever. We can feel things out and see how it goes. If it only works out for a couple of months, well that’s still tens of thousands of dollars I’ve made. In a month I can have a whole new life for me and my sisters.
I want to cry.
But I’ll save that for when I leave. I don’t need him thinking I’m some kind of freak who can’t keep his emotions together. He said to keep the emotional stuff away. This is transactional, not intimacy.
Simple enough.