Scott Richards Jnr. Was enjoying himself at the back seat of the Rolls Royce. Its creamy white leather seats assured extra comfort. It was his to ride after Paul took the range rover. He was reading a newspaper with a glass of champagne in his right hand. Dressed in a maroon three piece suit. Handsome was the better word to describe him that morning. In the front seat was Ian. Everyone’s favorite driver and bodyguard.
“We are almost there sir” Ian said
“Thank you Ian, it’s been a smooth ride remind me to get you a drink after this” Scott said dropping his newspaper.
“Thank you sir”
Ian drove inside the plaza. Ford had his office at the wellington plaza in town. He packed the car at the VIP parking lot. The rolls sold them out because the paparazzi were starting to accumulate around th
