"What is your full name?" Tricia asked from the backseat of her car.
She had this sweet smile on her face like she was attempting to coax a child into giving in to her charms in other to distract him from seeing the pain he was going to experience next.
George: "…" He peered at her from the rearview mirror before withdrawing his gaze the next moment.
He refused to respond to her, and she wasn't even in the least bit offended.
Since fifteen minutes into their ride, she has been trying to get him to speak, but her efforts have since proved abortive.
"How are you related to Diane? Do you work directly for her or her family? I haven't met you before."
George's knuckles on the steering wheel turned ashen white. All he was praying for was the willpower to endure that woman behind him until he had dropped her off at her destination.
