# Damian's POV

Damian ended the call and slid his phone into his pocket. His face stayed hard, as usual.

Suddenly, his brows pulled tight. "What are you doing?" he snapped at the driver.

The driver’s hands shook on the wheel.

"Are you new?" Damian asked, his eyes sharp in the rearview mirror.

"S-sorry, sir," the driver stammered.

Damian sighed and ran a hand over his face, clearly annoyed.

"I told them I needed someone experienced, not an amateur," Damian said sharply, and the driver ...