Just take her contact information

Cindy's heart raced as she slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a full-on collision with the car in front of her. The impact wasn't severe, but the jolt was enough to send a surge of adrenaline through her body. She quickly put the car in park and stepped out, her hands trembling slightly as she surveyed the damage.

There was a small dent on the rear bumper of the car she had hit. It wasn't significant, but it was there, and the car itself was no ordinary vehicle. It was a sleek, luxurious model—one that screamed wealth and prestige.

"Oh no," Cindy muttered under her breath, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her. She knew she could easily compensate for the damage, but that didn't lessen the embarrassment of the situation.

As she approached the car, the driver's door opened, and a man in a sharp suit stepped out. His face was set in a scowl as he assessed the damage, and Cindy immediately launched into an apology.