Chapter 20

The past few days have been exhausting. Cars keep flooding into the garage - different models every day. Sleek Ferraris that purr like satisfied cats, vintage Porsches with stories etched into their worn leather seats, custom motorcycles that make my heart ache with memories of Dad tinkering in his old shop.

The business is busier than I've ever seen it, and I can barely keep up with the demand.

Leah, my new secretary, has been incredible. We've grown close quickly, ...