A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

have. I looked away and watched the streets slide past.

The car stopped in front of my building. I was already reaching for the handle when he spoke again.

“I need a personal assistant. It pays well, and the hours are flexible.”

I froze with my hand on the door. Slowly I turned toward him.

“What?”

He pulled a card from his jacket and held it out. “I need continue reading …