Travis'

I locked eyes with the security who shot the question at me, like I could perform a magic spell on him to let it slide.

“You’re not answering?” He added.

“Drek. Just get his invitation card and stop being rude. Do you want to be fired?” Another rendered his voice.

“Please sir, pass your invitation card.” the latter demanded.

Fuck!

Invitation card…what invitation card?

My unsettling eyes searched the car and found the card just by the uber.

I breathed calmly and picked it up, revealing it to them.

“Alrighf sir, you may go in.” The latter ushered.

“Alright.” I muttered turning the wheel. “You!” I snapped at the...