The room began to feel as if it was spinning. I blinked several times as I looked at the man and then cleared my throat.
“Excuse me?” I asked as I regained my composure. “What do you mean? Mr. Peterson hired you to be my driver and he said that I can go anywhere I want?”
“Yes,” the driver clarified. “Would you like to be taken to the airport? Mr. Peterson has also said that he would pay for a one-way ticket for any destination you choose.”
I thought about Ken and finally getting back home to him. I exhaled in relief and smiled. I missed him so much after everything I’d been through and the complete disaster of the evening. I just wanted to hold him in my arms and tell him how much I loved him.
“However,” the driver continued. “If you would like to stay nearby, Mr. Peterson has a private residence here that he occasionally uses. He said that, if you want, you are welcome to use it for the time being.”