TWENTY FIVE

SLYVIA'S POV

I was almost done with the meeting when my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw it was the movers. "Miss, we are at your house," the truck driver informed me.

"Oh god, I will be there in ten," I frantically replied. I turned to Lisa and the contractors. "You guys can handle it from here without me?"

"Yeah, we're good," Lisa assured me with a confident nod.

I rushed outside, my mind racing with a million thoughts. I needed to get home as quickly as possible. I looked around, desperately searching for a cab. After a few seconds, I spotted one driving down the street. I practically ran in front of it, waving my arms frantically.

The cab screeched to a halt. "Jesus, woman, you wanna die?" the cab driver yelled in a thick New York accent, clearly irritated.

"Sorry, I just really need to get to this address," I said, breathless, as I told him where I needed to go.

The cab driver gave me a once-over, his expression softening slightly. "Alright, get in," he said, motioning