Play dirty

Inside the cab, Rowan's anger was like a pot boiling over, and she couldn't keep it in any longer. Finally, she hit that breaking point, where she just refused to put up with nonsense from anyone.

She might have truly hit that limit of taking no crap. The driver, oblivious to the brewing storm within Rowan, attempted to strike up a conversation. But oh, she was a volcano of fury, and there was no room for pleasantries.

Now, this driver was a chatterbox, an oddity in the world of usually quiet chauffeurs. Despite Rowan's silence, he just couldn't grasp the art of reading people's moods. It's like he had a radar malfunction or something.

As the journey progressed, Rowan's tolerance for the man's absurdity reached its limit. She couldn't bottle it up any longer. The frustration spilled out, her words cutting through the air, and she didn't give a damn about how the man felt. It was a rare occurrence for Rowan, but circumstances had pushed her to the edge.

"Drive in silence, please. I nee