Grump on the Run by Harper Giselle

Author:Harper, Giselle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AKQ Publishing
Published: 2022-11-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Adrian

I sat in the back of a yellow taxi, stuck in traffic, surrounded by a cacophonous chorale of cuss words, honking noises. I was here in secret, I could not simply walk into the Shelton, a hotel I own, as I would do on a normal day. Having the press badger me was one problem, but I couldn’t risk letting anyone I didn’t trust know of my presence in back in America. Trisha was head of this division of hotels. I didn’t know many things about my enemies yet, but I knew Trisha wasn’t my friend, and if anyone was or was siding with my enemies, it was her.

Alexandra told me all about what went down when she threw her drink at Trisha, and honestly, I wished I could have taken back my words when I fired her. No wonder she was so angry with me. She got fired for fighting for me, and I just kicked her out when I didn’t know what happened, but that was in the past now. Alexandra and I had gotten over that phase. We were friends now…or something more than that. It was obvious she liked me. The feeling was mutual, and we weren’t particularly hiding it from each other.

“First time in San Francisco?” the taxi driver, a young man in his late twenties asked.

“Well, I can’t really say I’ve ever been to San Francisco,” I said. “I’ve come here many times, but I’ve not actually seen much of it.” ‘

“So, you haven’t had time to enjoy the city,” the taxi driver smiled. “This city is a great place to be if you know how to have fun.”

“I’ve only ever gone out on business before,” I said, realizing how monotonous my life has been. “Too young for vacations.”

“Nonsense,” the taxi driver laughed. “I started this job four years ago with my friend.” He pointed at the picture of a man, plastered on the windshield with duct tape. “I didn’t have a car, but he did, and I used to be so mad at him when he’d go out on vacations randomly.”

“You had a right to be,” I said. “That’s terrible work ethic.”

“It was, it was,” the taxi driver laughed. “He’d go out sometimes for a whole weekend, and I wouldn’t know where he went. He’d just disappear. It all made sense two years ago when he finally told me he was sick, and he’d been going to the doctor. He died after a few months…couldn’t keep up with the payments again. He left me this car as a parting gift.”

“That’s really sad,” I said.

“I was the only one left. All his brothers were in jail, so I had to do the funeral arrangements. One day, I picked up an old man. He was curious about the picture, so he asked if I was married.” The taxi driver chuckled. “When I told him about everything, he told me not to worry and wrote me a check for fifteen K. Fattest check I ever cashed.

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