Our Driver Thought He Owned Us

Coming back from a business trip, I pointed to the limited-edition dirt bike that had just been delivered to the garage.

"Howard, have the flatbed tow this over to my apartment around noon. I'm taking it out to the outer loop this weekend."

He didn't move. He just stood there, staring at me with a cold, unblinking gaze.

"My mom and Izzy are out this afternoon. You don't need to drive them anywhere."

I nodded. "I know."

"Oh, and grab that new riding gear from my room and load it up too."

He didn't answer. He just glared at me, his eyes dark and hostile.