His Toddler Girlfriend Ruined Him
Language: en
When I opened my eyes again, the world was blindingly bright. I was back at the toll plaza, watching Paisley wave her hand frantically at the collector. This time, I decided to let her play her game to the very end. In my past life, I was racing against the clock to file an emergency appeal for our company. I was stopped at this exact highway exit because Paisley, our junior accountant sitting in the back, had scrawled “SOS” on her palm in bright red lipstick. The filing deadline was less than twenty-four hours away. Heart hammering against my ribs, I’d left her there to explain the "joke"…