"What? Why?" the driver asked, confused.
"Am I supposed to explain everything to you?" Irritated, Igram yelled. With his career in stealing rich people's identities, he had never met a driver who was nosy and irritating. He behaved more like the employer than the employee.
Henry quickly removed his coat and handed it to him. Igram gave him a sly fake smile, then walked to where Erica was seated and threw the coat on her lap.
A very humiliated Erica looked up at him, her eyes watery and full of regret. She always imagined her obsession ending in her death or his death, but not disgrace. What she was feeling was worse than death and she kept playing her whole day inside her head trying to figure out how she fucked up.
"Look here, you only have one option to save your career," tilting down to her height, Igram announced. "I am going to uncuff you and you are going to cover yourself with this coat. Use your head for once and save your dignity."
