"Mr. Potter... Oh, Nancy, you're here too! I just happened to see Mr. Potter's car while passing by..."
Apparently, with George blocking his view, he hadn't noticed me in the front passenger seat.
George naturally rolled down the window and opened the back door.
"Get in. We'll give you a lift."
But Mark hesitated by the front door.
"Mr. Potter, you know I get carsick. It's better if I sit in the front. Nancy, you don't mind, do you?"
I let out a cold and sarcastic laugh.
"Oh, I don't mind. I'll sit in the back."
I moved to the back seat, and through the rearview mirror, I clearly saw the smug and challenging look in Mark's eyes.
George didn't say a word the entire time.
So, what did it matter if I minded?
Might as well do a good deed and let this little homewrecker have his moment.
Because Mark had a fear of motion sickness, George drove as slowly as a snail.
For the first time ever, I was late for work.
How ironic! My boyfriend finally offered to drive me to work, and I ended up being late.
If I had known this would happen, I would have just taken the subway. There goes my perfect attendance bonus for the month.
At the end of the workday, George texted me again, saying he would pick me up.