(Connie's POV)
Day two starts with a driver named Joseph, who shows up at exactly seven, cheerful and punctual in a way that makes me instantly trust him more than I trust most people I've known for years.
He calls Jack "young boss" within the first thirty seconds, and Jack lights up like someone just handed him a promotion, standing a little straighter, clearly deciding this is now his official title for the remainder of the trip.
Sean tips him before we've even left the hotel parking lot.
I watch it happen from the back seat, half-buckled, still working on my coffee — a folded stack of bills passed over with a handshake, casual, easy, the kind of gesture that's clearly meant to look effortless and almost certainly took some private calculation to land on the exact right sum.
Joseph'
