Mira could barely speak, let alone react to what had just happened. The car screeched to a halt in front of the mansion. It wasn't their main residence but the one they stayed in for the charity gala. As the car stopped, a wave of relief washed over her. The tension from the confined space they had been in was finally behind them, and the fresh air of the night was a welcome change. The chauffeur seemed equally relieved, thankful that Zamian, being a man of his word, hadn't asked him to stop mid-journey or leave the car. He had sensed the change of air something he would not believe his boss could do.
He began to feel a sense of respect for Mira as the way she managed to transform his stoic and cold boss persona.
