My Boyfriend’s Secretary Crashed My Luxury Car? I Made Her Pay
I was cruising in the new car my friend gifted me when some maniac started smashing it.
Turns out, the psycho was some kind of personal assistant to my blind date, a dude named Garrison.
She was screaming at me with a face like thunder, “Stay away from him, or I’ll make sure
you regret it, you bitch!”
Then Garrison, looking totally annoyed, tossed a wad of cash at my feet. “Here’s some cash.
Now scram!” he sneered. “You better not screw
up my chances with the Finleys, or you’ll wish
you were never born.”
I almost laughed, then I pulled out my phone and dialed his dad, right then and there.
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“Your son just threatened me,” I said into the
phone.
“And his secretary said she’d have me killed.”
“Mr. Garrison, your family is a real piece of
work!”
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There she was, standing on the side of the
road, this lady named Susan, smashing my
brand–new ride with a freaking brick.
Each hit was accompanied by a furious scream, “Think you’re hot stuff driving some fancy car, huh? You have no idea who you’re messing with! If Garrison wasn’t busy today, I’d teach
you a lesson you wouldn’t forget. Deal with it. Consider your car as a fair warning, next time I
see you, you’re dead meat!”
I stood there watching my car get destroyed. I
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glanced over at Garrison, chilling in his fancy
car.
This was the guy my parents set me up with?
They said he was such a sweetheart!
Garrison was nothing like what they described.
He caught me looking and scowled, “Around
here, nobody cuts me off.”
“If I wasn’t on my way somewhere important, I’d
make you pay. Now take the money and get
lost!”
He threw a grand at me, like I was some
beggar.
My car was an eighty–grand vehicle.
Now, the windows and lights were smashed in. Repairing it would cost a fortune.
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I didn’t pick up the money. Instead, I shot
daggers at him. “Your car hit mine, and instead
of apologizing, you trash my car?”
Before I could finish, Susan swung the brick
again, aiming for me this time.
I ducked, barely avoiding getting my skull
cracked open.
The brick slammed into the roof of my car,
leaving a huge dent.
If that had connected with my head, I’d be
dead.
Before I could say anything, Susan sneered, “Smashing your car is an honor.”
“You’re the only fool in this town who’d dare demand an apology from Garrison!”
“Wise up and leave, or I’ll break your legs right
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now.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
