Leila checked her wristwatch for the umpteenth time. Her nerves were frayed and she was losing her patience waiting in the car for someone she had no idea his whereabouts. Kelvin was still not here.

“How long have you been his driver?” she asked the man at the driver’s seat.

The chauffeur took off his hat and hugged it to his chest. She frowned at the bald patch on the middle of his scalp and the grey hair surrounding it. He had to be older than her parents.

“Too ...