Damn it !
I hit the steering wheel in frustration . Glancing to the clock , it read eight thirty . Half and hour ! I was half an hour late to work this morning because of paparazzi flocking over the street that I had to cross to get to the firm . The street had the most prestiges hotels planted along it and , surely , some celebrity or famous person must have been in residence at one of them . The flashes from the reporters camera' s were non - stop despite the outslaught of hooting that came from fellow cars as well as mine .
In the end , us drivers who were innocently on our way to work had just given up and watched the madness instead . The crowd of paps had moved back and nearly numbed into my car but I pressed the horn but they didn' t care . Their camera' s went off again but onl
