Dwayne only smirked. “Don’t take it to heart, Mrs. Fuller. This is what a bottom-feeder says when he’s desperate to save his pride. I almost hope he does try something. It’d be a good chance for him to learn what kind of pull I have here in this city.”
His eyes then shifted to me, sharp with arrogance. “Listen here, kid. If you don’t kneel today, I’ll make sure you regret it. Go on, test me.”
Despite that, I didn’t bother responding. I just confirmed with the officers that I was free to leave, then grabbed a cab back to the apartment complex I was renting at.
Lately, there had been a car parked in the neighborhood that everyone couldn't stop talking about. It was a Bentley Continental, sleek, white, and impossible to miss. People stopped every day to snap pictures, speculating who the owner might be. Penelope herself even once posed next to it.
When I got home, I walked right up to that Bentley and slid into the driver’s seat. Yes, this car was mine.
Yesterday, Penelope didn’t see me because I had driven this car to her company. I had been planning to surprise her, to share my joy. To show her I wasn’t the orphan she thought I was anymore.