When we got to the entrance the driver got smooth access to the neighborhood. I knew that the only cars who could go in were cars that had been registered with the estate.
"You have a house here?" I could not help but voice outy doubt.
"There is no were I can't get into," the driver's voice sounded arrogant to me.
"Shall, we go to the presidential villa then," I did not bother to hide the mockery in my voice when I said it.
"Well, if you get an invite I can take you," the driver replied. I guess he did not want to back down. With my directions we soon pulled up at the front of Ray's apartment.
The driver help me get the shopping bags. Then he returned the card to me.
"I will be staying close by, if you need anything call me," he told me.
I looked at his number that was now written on the card.
"Were would you be living?" I began to have doubts in my mind.
