The car was parking by the road imposingly. It was dark and gloomy, giving an ominous feeling. And in fact, it was ominous.
Kate approached and asked outside the half slid down window, "What is it?"
Ed said as a matter of course, "Picking you up to go home. Get in."
"No. I will take the bus."
"You think I wanted this? It is my boss' idea. Hurry up."
She had to pull the back door open and get in.
Ed drove very fast, and the car snaked its way among the sea of traffic as a fish would. No traffic rules were obeyed. Kate's heart was bouncing up and down with the risky turning and advancing. Soon she felt something was not right. "Where are we going?"
"Seaside villa."
"For what?"
"You will live there from now on."
"No," Kate said decisively. It was too tyrannical of him. She protested sternly, "I will not go there."
