Drive back (Edited)

"It's no longer funny," Amy said quietly as the car rolled towards the company.

"What isn't?"

Amy was about to answer him but then shouted at some crazier driver than her, who missed knocking her car by a whisker. "Hey, you ass, watch where you drive that toy!" she placed her head out of her window to yell more.

The man didn't seem to take the situation lightly. "And you nigga, what are you bluffing about?'

Amy lost it. "You, ass, you have the guts, I mean look at you, before you try acting racist have you been to Europe, did your great grandpa evolve here, nonsense. Go get some fortune before you have the balls to call me a nigga. Just look at you!" her yelling and words had attracted a lot of people around who were nodding their heads in agreement. She couldn't even believe that such racists still existed in the world, they were in the twenty-first century, for heaven's sake!

"How do I know you didn't seduce a billionaire to get fortunes?" the man continued to taunt her. Amy pulled the car beside the road and got out to meet the man who had done the same. Jeff ran after her, his mask on.

"Do you think everyone is as narrow-minded and dumb as you are?" she questioned, her nostrils flaring up, her eyes in flames and her hands on her waist. "I swear if you had touched my car, even the slightest, I will have made sure you paid a thousand times."

The man laughed. "You truly are something for a whore."

Amy smirked. "What if I am a whore, then doesn't that mean my husband is super rich, do you want me to call him and inform him that some lunatic almost hit his very expensive car. or should I take action against you first?" She continued encouraged by the look on the man's face. "Tell me, do you know how much this costs, or were you just bluffing?" clearly the man hadn't inspected the vehicle carefully. And he looked next to horrified.

"I-I didn't touch it." He stuttered a bit.

Amy lifted one of her brows triumphantly. "Of course, you didn't, you almost knocked me over, almost, but driving recklessly, and not to mention that you publicly insulted me when I confronted you. Hmm," she scratched her chin. "Maybe a few days in prison will give you a clearer head."

The man turned pale in an instant. "No… I am sorry, that wasn't intended. I swear…: The man stuttered.

Amy narrowed her eyes. This was fun. "Why don't I believe you? You clearly had some audacity back then, even calling me a whore. Why are you suddenly afraid?"

The man fell to his knees. "I am sorry okay, I didn't know it was you," he begged in tears.

Amy moved back staying away from him as if he was a disease. "So, you normally insult ladies and black people?" she eyed him.

"No…" the man looked helplessly at her obviously tongue-tied.

"You, you want to be forgiven don't you?" she asked.

The man quickly nodded. "Yes, please." He pleaded honestly.

Amy couldn't help wondering why he was behaving that way; did he know who she was? Or did he just realize that she was rich, or did he have previous mistakes and wasn't keen on landing in the cops' hands, or was he afraid of something or someone? Brushing all the thoughts aside she dictated her course. "What work do you do?" She didn't know why she asked that but maybe she could make good use of him.

The man looked as if his soul was about to leave his body. "I…" he gulped. "I work as a music producer, but…my work, it isn't doing well."

Amy smiled, what chance is this? "Give me your phone?" she demanded. He handed her a cracked phone, he was real when he said his business wasn't doing well. She placed her number and saved it. "My number is saved there, give me a call, I might as well as have something for you," she whispered back to him.

The man nodded and she turned to head back to the car when she saw Jeff in a black mask covering his face standing behind her, her body froze for a second. Did he follow her, did he hear all she had said to the man, oh fate! She stilled herself and walked to the car and waited for him to get in.

"That was awesome," he said when she started driving. She didn't respond to that, too embarrassed to speak. Did he find her vulnerable or a bully? "I didn't know you were this freedom fighter." From the sparkles she could see in his eyes, her tensed self slowly calmed down a bit.

"I can't stand racists and I am totally not a rug for people to trample on." She pursed her lips as she got into a roundabout.

Jeff getting a side look of her, felt his heart swell in pride, yes, she was indeed a freedom fighter and he was just blown by how she handled things. To him, she was next to a super woman if not already one. The way she handled that man when he thought he would have to use his influence to aid her and not even revealing her identity as his wife to her advantage amazed him. If he wasn't convinced that she was awesome, now he was and for a moment he couldn't stop comparing her to Stephanie, his rich spoilt girlfriend who did nothing much except use his name and money. Somehow, he knew his respect for her and doubled.