"Good evening, Madam Lena," the security said, saluting the slow-moving BMW as it neared the garage.
He followed the vehicle as if a treasure was inside that needed to be guided once it exited.
'I'm sure she will give me the daily tip. I just can't wait to go out to the bar this evening also.' A smile tore across his face as his mind reeled with thoughts.
A low metallic puff echoed as the driver's side door was pushed forward. A white lady's shoe exited and touched the paved ground.
The pebbles scattered on the ground screamed as Lena exited fully from the car. She closed her eyes, exhaustion filling her like blood in her veins, then exhaled sharply.
"Pablo," she said faintly, staring at the security man standing two feet away from her and the car. Her exhausted face reddened when she saw the black driver's gate not closed.
