Retribution

A frustrated sigh escaped from her lips as she leaned against the wall and ran her hand through her hair. Leslie's manager messaged her, saying that she got stuck elsewhere. Because of that, she wouldn't be able to come and pick up Leslie in order to drive her to her schedule.

Leslie wouldn't have an issue with that if she hadn't sent her car for repair. Although it would take a while, the best option was to call for a cab. She was worried about being late, but nothing could be done about it. There were no cabs in this area.

She reached out for her phone and was about to make a reservation when a car stopped in front of her. The window went down. The man removed the pair of sunglasses from his eyes.

He then asked, "Do you need a ride?"

She turned it down without a second thought. As if she wanted to take chances with him.

"No, thank you. I called for a cab."