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JASMINE'S POV

The next day.

As I walk out of the hotel, a car is already parked, waiting for me. It has my initials customized on it, so it's impossible to miss. I take a deep breath.

Turns out the manager wasn't kidding when he mentioned the house and cars that came with the job.

As I come closer to the car, the windows wind down to reveal a blonde man in a black tuxedo suit and white long-sleeve top. He looks extra corporate, and I even notice a badge on his suit with the Ferrari corporation logo on it.

At least now I know this wasn't a kidnapping, at least.

"Miss Jasmine Taylor?" he asks without looking in my direction. He pulls down his dark shades the slightest bit and tilts his head toward me.

I give a nod. "That's me," I confirm.

He reaches out and pushes the passenger seat door open.

I clutch my bag close to me and step into the car.

He gives a nod, and in a matter of seconds, he sets the car into motion.

"What a rather convenient life," I muse to myself. I can get used to it,