The room began to feel as if it was spinning. I blinked several times as I looked at the man and then cleared my throat.

“Excuse me?” I asked as I regained my composure. “What do you mean? Mr. Peterson hired you to be my driver and he said that I can go anywhere I want?”

“Yes,” the driver clarified. “Would you like to be taken to the airport? Mr. Peterson has also said that he would pay for a one-way ticket for any destination you choose.”

I thought about ...