Camilla narrowed her gaze at Cyrus, “What's wrong with you?”

“That still doesn't answer the question.”

“Look I'm running late. I don't have time for you right now, maybe you should take a complete dose of your medicine.”

“I'm confiscating the car keys, you'd use none.”

Camilla stared at him like he had grown two horns and Cyrus took that as a surrender, thinking she was going to say where she was going. But Camilla quickly cut him off from his thoughts.

She burst out laughing. “That might be a big deal to you rich folks, but that's not a big deal to someone like me. I've been using cabs...