Dallas glanced around, his eyes darting before he responded, "Fine, you're more reliable anyway."
If he were the one handling it, the whole situation would probably spiral into chaos.
"Then let me borrow a car."
"Sure," he replied with a shrug. "Which one do you want? I’ve got a McLaren and a Maybach."
Sandro waved him off, "Forget it. I’ll just grab something from the underground garage."
[This is hilarious! A McLaren and a Maybach? How could a place like this even have an underground garage? Did they dig a tunnel themselves?]
[Take whatever you want? Are we talking about bicycles or mopeds? Maybe they put a label on a seat and called it a car.]
[Repeat after me: They're faking it! Total frauds!]
Dallas seemed to pause for a moment, then, as if a lightbulb went off in his head, added, "Oh and don’t touch the pink Ferrari. That’s Emma’s birthday gift."
The comments section exploded with laughter and mockery, but Sandro wasn’t fazed. He opened a drawer, revealing a stash of car keys.
Wait, what was this?
There were keys for a Lincoln, a Ferrari, an Audi, a Cayenne... each one more valuable than the last.
The audience went silent in shock.