Mr. John Reeves parked the car to drop off his employer, Mr. Crane at the corner next to his building. John, chauffeur to Mr. Crane for a little over a year, turned in his seat and rolled down the privacy screen. “How we doing Harold?”
Harold Crane pinched his lips together, “Fine, Mister Reeves can you get my door? Like a proper chauffeur.”
John
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