“Hey, you're home early. I thought you wanted me to pick you up? What's the deal with the big, black limo outside? My car is not good enough for you anymore, Miss Lady?" Arthur asked from their bedroom, where he had laid his study materials across their bed and was working on making outlines for different subjects that would be on the bar exams.
Rachel was shaking.
“There, there. Seriously, what's wrong?" Arthur persisted. “What the...who is that man in our home? Rachel, RACHEL, talk to me," he said shaking her, momentarily forgetting the presence of the large man in their living room and focusing all of his attention on her. “Tell me what's going on!"
“Arthur," she said, breathing harder and faster once she spoke his name, “my father is a billionaire. He's outside in the car.
