I glance down at my watch. The car should be here by now.

I’m anxious. I’m actually anxious waiting for her, and I never get anxious. I wasn’t anxious for tonight’s dinner with the starlet who’s tearing up the charts with her new hit single, I wasn’t anxious when we went to the board of Dash to buy their company, and I wasn’t anxious seven years ago when the company was at risk of going under. But I’m anxious now.

Why? Because I want Sofia here right now, and the car should have been here three minutes ago. So where the hell are they?

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