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Chapter Eight
Zoe
A sleek midnight black estate car with blacked-out windows pulled up in front of us. Mabel grabbed my arm as I went to open the door just a well-dressed driver stepped out of the front. He nodded to Mabel, tilting his cap as he smiled. Mabel stepped back as the man walked around the car, opening the passenger door for us and ushering us inside.
"Holy shi...," I gasped as I slid across the heated leather seat. A sheet of darkened glass separating us from the driver slowly rolled down and I was sure the back seat of the car was bigger than my entire bathroom.
"Where to?" The driver asked. I stared at Mabel, open-mouthed.
"Wilshire Boulevard, please, Saks," Mabel said as plainly as if she'd just asked the driver to take us to the local Walmart.
"Mabel," I whispered, "I don't have any money to put towards this and I need an entire work wardrobe."
"Did Mr Elliot give us a budget?" Mabel grinned.
"I...
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