To go from a measly slave in Bangladesh to riding in a limo alongside a noble lady. Kazi had driven in a limo once. He pretended to be the driver and veered it off-road in order to threaten a billionaire in New Guinea to stabilise the water and electricity market.
This time, he was not stealing or threatening or driving it off a cliff. Today, he was driving through the streets of Nice in France and the decorated guest. Across him was the beautiful noble herself, who carried her second glass of cool wine.
"You drink too much wine."
"Which is why I am thinking a substitute," Pauline stated, downing it like it was nothing. "It's putting too much strain on my pancreas according to the doctors."
'You think meth is a better replacement?'
"Why not ask your doctor for it?"
"...you can do that?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. A sheltered little lady, aren't you?"