The driver was having one of the worst days of his life.
Not only did Lady Madona have vicious mood swings, but she was actively being forced to have them by the kid who accompanied her.
Despite this, the driver knew he could not say anything to the kid or Lady Madona.
He could only drive and pray that he somehow made it out alive.
When he could not take it anymore, he exchanged shifts with the new driver and hoped for the best.
The new driver did not know what he was getting into when he took the car and drove toward the most famous restaurant in the town.
Then, Lady Madona asked him to go and make reservations in her name.
'Am I fucked? I don't think I can do this. The old driver was the one who made all these reservations.'
Since that was the case, every establishment knew the face of the old driver. They would need to find out the new driver.
