CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR

RICHARD'S POV

Hamilton (owner of the dealership Brenda worked as manager) finally coughed up

an apology for the embarrassment and disrespect I had faced in his dealership, but the damage was done. My afternoon was shot. Didn't matter much. Thankfully, Hawthorne, the manager of the rival dealership, was a breath of fresh air, and he was already practically vibrating with excitement.

I followed him to his dealership just across the street. Hawthorne's place was a display of amazingly shiny cars and a glass palace compared to the dealership Brenda was managing.

He slapped the keys to the car into my palm, a grin stretching ear to ear.

"She's all yours, champ. But seriously, dude, that thing's a beast. Don't go wrapping it around a telephone pole on your way out, alright?

Honestly, who wants to drive a brand new

beauty through rush hour traffic?

"Nah, tell you what," I said, leaning back in

the plush leather chair, "Why don’t you save me the hassle.”

“Sure,” he said with a smile. “Eve