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      "title": "Chauffer",
      "body": "Chauffer opened the door  to the beautiful bone-white  Bentley  in  the  driveway  as  Donovan  walked  down  the  marble  steps  of  his  miniature  palace.  The  sun  was  dropping  below  the  horizon,  followed  by  a  brilliant  mixture  of  pink  and  orange.    \n“How  are  we  today,  sir?”  asked  Chauffer  with  a  polite  bow  of  his  head  as  Donovan’s  blonde  head  ducked  into  the  car,  ignoring  the  question.  \n“Take  me  to  319  Sommerset,  it’s  in  the  Hollywood  hills.” \n “Right  away  sir,”  Chauffer  replied  curtly,  shutting  the  door  behind  Donovan  and  making  his  way  to  the driver’s  seat, ignoring not only  Donovan’s  rudeness,  but  also  the  sting  left  in  his  nose  by  Donovan’s  overpowering   cologne.  \n“And  hurry,”  Donovan  added  from  the  back  seat,  without  looking  up  from  his  blackberry,  “It’s  already  6:30,  and  I  need  to  get  there  by  7.  It’s  normally  a  45  minute  drive,  but  I  need  you  to  get  me  there  in  thirty,  or  I’ll  need  you  to  find  me  your  replacement.”  \n“Of  course,  sir.”  This  time  masking  the  boredom  in  his  voice  even  less.  \nDonovan  was  paying  just  enough  attention  to  notice  the  apparent  lack  of  interest  of  his  driver,  so  he  sharply  added,  “And  don’t  think  that  that’s  a  joke.”  \n“Wouldn’t  dream  of  it  as  such,  sir.”  Still,  the  monotonous  tone  of  Chauffer’s  voice  made  it  difficult  to  tell  whether  he  was  even  listening.  To  augment  his  employer’s  annoyance,  Chauffer  turned  on  the  radio and  started  drumming  on  the  steering  wheel.  Fortunately  for  Chauffer,  Donovan’s  attention  returned  to  the  wireless  device  that  seemed  never  to  leave  his  hand;  it  had  just  begun  to  vibrate. \n “Yes,  yes,  I’m  on  my  way,  I  shouldn’t  be  too  much  longer...  Yes,  I  apologize,  I  got  a  little  bit  of  a  late  start,  and  my  driver  (he  raised  his  voice  slightly)  seems  to  have  never  navigated  the  streets  of  L.A.  before.  Hang  on.”  He  put  his  phone  to  his  shoulder  and  nearly  screamed  at  Chauffer:  \n  “where  the  fuck  are  you  going?!  I  said  the  Hollywood  hills  and  we  aren’t  even  on  the  highway  yet,  turn left  here  and  cut  over  to  the  next  on-ramp!”  He  put  the  phone  back  up  to  his  ear,  \n“yeah,  sorry,  like  I  was  saying.  My  driver  seems  to  have  the  mental  capacity  of  an  insect.  Hey!  You  know  what,  let  me  call  you  back,  this  guy  still  isn’t  getting  it.”  Chauffer  had  just  passed  the  left  turn  he’d  been  instructed  to  make,  and  Donovan  wasn’t  pleased.  \n“Are  you  deaf,  or  just  retarded?  I  said  turn  left,  as  in  at  that  street  we  just  passed.  Just  take  the  next  fucking  left  or  you’re  fired,  I’m  not  fucking  around.  Where  are  we  even?” \n “Short  cut,”  Chauffer  replied  coolly  as  he  passed  the  next  intersection,  which,  according  to  Donovan,  meant  that  he  was  relieved  of  his  duties.  He  knew  it  was  an  empty  threat.  And  even  if  it  wasn’t,  his  job  was  the  only  thing  in  the  way  of  teaching  Donovan  a  much  deserved  lesson.  He  did  his  best  to  suppress the  grin  creeping  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth.  Donovan  would  have  lost  control  at  this  point,  had  he  not  been  so  painfully  aware  how  empty  his  threatof  firing  was;  as  far  as  Chauffer  knew,  Donovan  was  late  for  a  dinner  party  with  some  affluent  business associates  and  didn’t  know  how  to  drive  the  car  himself. \n “This  isn’t  a  fucking  short  cut,  turn  around! I  was  kidding  before,  you’re  not  fired,  but  seriously,  just  turn  around  and  get  us  somewhere  recognizable.  It’s  already  6:50,  and  unless  I’m  much  mistaken,  we’re  no  closer  than  when  we  left.”  Donovan  was  only  vaguely  aware  of  it  when  a  large  tunnel,  seemingly  out  of  place,  approached  and  passed  around  the  Bentley,  blanketing  it  in  a  thick,  heavy  darkness.  He  was  too  absorbed  in  his  own  thoughts  to  notice  that  the  headlights  only  seemed  to  reach  a  few  feet  into  the  quiet that  stretched  out  endlessly  before  them,  or  that  the  end  of  the  tunnel  wasn’t  visible. \n Donovan  was  now  cursing  his  assistant  in  his  head;  it  was  Anders  who  had  hired  this  worthless  excuse  for  a  man  in  the  first  place.  He  also  smiled  inwardly  at  the  prospect  of  firing  Chauffer  if  and  when  they  ever  did  make  it  to  the  party.  He  thought  to  himself  that  he’d  just  have  to  hand  pick  his  staff  from  now  \non,  but  realized  that  that  would  take  even  more  time  that  he  didn’t  have.  As  the  car  slowed  to  a  stop,  Chauffer’s  words  brought  Donovan  back  to  reality.  \n“Here  we  are  sir,”  Chauffer  said  in  the  same  monotone  voice,  almost  as  though  he  were  a  heroin  addict  on  a  bender,  incapable  of  emotion.  He  was  making  sure  not  to  gloat  as  he  watched  a  shocked  look  appear  on  Donovan’s  face  in  the  rear-view  mirror.  Donovan  looked  outside,  dumbfounded.  He  glanced  down  at  his  watch:  6:59.  How  was  that  possible?  He’d  only  told  Chauffer  the  7  o’clock  deadline  to  assure  he  wasn’t  late,  but  in  reality  he  didn’t  need  to  get  to  the  dinner  until  7:30.  He’d  never  made  that  drive  in  such  short  time,  especially  at  rush  hour.  Not  only  that,  Donovan  couldn’t  for  the  life  of  him  figure  out  what  “short  cut”  Chauffer  had  used.  Chauffer  stepped  out,  walked  deliberately  to  the  back  seat,  and  opened  the  door  for  Donovan.  \n“Um,  well,  actually,  I  was  just  informed  that  the  dinner  has  been  pushed  back  until  7:30,  so  um,  pull  around  the  corner  and  park,  I’m  just  going  to  wait  in  here  for  a  few  more  minutes.”  \n“Of  course,  sir,”  came  Chauffer’s  usual  lackluster  response.  Being  so  blatantly  disrespected  irked  him,  but  Chauffer  knew  better  than  to  talk  back.  He  sat  patiently,  waiting  for  Donovan  to  finish  his  champagne  and  be  on  his  way.  Chauffer  didn’t  love  the  fact  that  Donovan  was  in  charge,  but  took  comfort  in  knowing  how  much  calmer  and  wiser  he  was  than  Donovan,  who  always  seemed  to  be  on  edge.  Sure,  Donovan  was  the  one  with  the  money,  but  Chauffer  would  rather  belong  to  a  lower  socioeconomic  class  than  be  the  soulless  douche  that  his  employer  was  proving  to  be.  \nDonovan  reached  into  his  pocket  and  pulled  out  a  small  silver  case  containing  a  mirror,  a  small  baggie  of  cocaine,  a  razorblade,  and  a  solid gold sniffing straw.  As  he  cut  himself  a  sizeable  line,  he  tried  in  vain  to  figure  out  how  Chauffer  had  managed  to  get  him  there  so  quickly.  He  put  the  straw  to  his  nose  and  watched  the  thin  white  line  disappear  as  the end of his  straw  passed  next  to  it.  He  leaned  his  head  back  and  took  a  deep,  fast  breath,  plugging  his  clean  nostril.  What  a  class  act,  Chauffer  thought  to  himself.  How  does  a  guy  like  this  end  up  with  such  power  when  he  had  virtually  none?  He  remembered  something  his  dad  used  to  tell  him  regularly  when  he  was  little:  “life  isn’t  fair.”  Maybe  so,  but  it  can’t  hurt  to  try  and  make  it  so.\n  Donovan  put  the  case  back  into  his  pocket  and  reached  for  his  glass  of  champagne,  contemplating  the  last  half  hour.  He  was  annoyed  with  his  driver.    Chauffer  had  directly  disobeyed  him  several  times,  even  upon  threat  of  firing.  It  didn’t  matter  if  he’d  gotten  there  on  time;  ends  don’t  justify  means.  Donovan  simply  couldn’t  employ  disobedient  individuals.  \nAfter  what  felt  like  about  half  an  hour  of  twiddling  his  thumbs  and  bouncing  his  leg  on  the  ball  of  his  right  foot,  (not to mention a second even bigger line),  Donovan  looked  at  his  watch,  and  was  annoyed  to  find that  only  6  minutes  had  passed.  He  reached  into  the  side  door  compartment  and  pulled  out  a  small  glass jar  containing  several  grams  of   medical  marijuana,  which  he  “needed  for  headaches”.  \nHe  laughed  to himself  each  time  he  thought  about  how  easy  it  had  been  to  get  his  medical  marijuana  card.  Sure,  bud  can  help  cancer  and  glaucoma  patients,  but  we  all  know  most  of  the  people  who  go  to  the  pot  doctor  usually  just  really  like  to  get  high.    Donovan  sparked  his  bowl  and  took  a  long  pull,  holding  the  smoke  in  deep  before  slowly  letting  it  out.  As  he  finished  exhaling,  Donovan  was  overtaken  by  a  rather obnoxious coughing fit that he made no effort to quiet.    By  the  time  he  caught  his  breath,  he  could  already  feel  his  eyelids  growing  heavy  and  the  tension  and  anger  leaving  him.  Donovan  didn’t  smoke  daily  as  he  had  in  high  school  and  college;  he  had  too  busy  a  schedule.  But  hey,  he  thought  to  himself,  smiling,  smoking  a  bowl  is  a  pretty  good  way  to  kill  20  minutes.  “You  wanna  hit,  man?”  Chauffer  politely  declined,  caught  off  guard  by  Donovan’s  politeness.  That  bowl  pack  must  have  reallydone  him  some  good.\n   At  7:29, Chauffer opened Donovan’s  door,  then  shut  it  behind  him  once  he’d  climbed  out.    “So  I  need  you  back  here  at  11  PM,  try  not  to  be  late.  And  thanks  for  getting  me  here  so  quickly.”  “My  pleasure,  sir.  Wait,  sir!”  Chauffer  had  noticed  one  of  Donovan’s  diamond-studded  cufflinks  on  the\nfloor  of  the  back  seat  just  a  second  too  late.  It  didn’t  matter;  he  would  give  it  to  him  after  the  party.  Hell,  Donovan  might  even  be  grateful  that  it  wasn’t  lost.  \n\n\n\nAs  the  Bentley’s  dashboard  clock  changed  from  11:28  to  11:29,  it’s  front  wheels  crept  quietly  past  the  front  gate  and  up  the  driveway,  coming  to  a  stop  in  the  front  circle  drive  to  await  its  passenger.  Chauffer  parked  and    turned  off  the  car,  not  actually  expecting  Donovan  to  be  on  time.  \nAs  expected,  Donovan  was  one  of  the  last  guests  to  depart,  not  making  it  out  to  his  car  until  after  1  o’clock,  and  he  had  with  him  an  attractive  young  blonde  in  a  short  black  dress  and  stiletto  heels.  The  slight  stumble  as  he  walked  down  the  front  steps  wasn’t  the  only  indication  that  Donovan  had  been  over-served.  \n“Oh,  look  who  decided  to  follow  instructions  for  once,  I’m  half  surprised  you  even  showed  up,  let  alone  on  time,”  were  the  first  words  to  leave  Donovan’s  mouth  in  a  pompous  slur.  Several  responses  begged  to  escape  Chauffer’s  lips,  but  he  knew  better  than  to  let  them.  He  instead  chose  to  revel  in  the  irony  of  the  situation  and  do  his  best  to  ignore  the  drunken  snob  in  the  back  seat.  Chauffer  heard  Donovan  mumble  something  about  a  cufflink  and  remembered  that  he’d  found  Donovan’s.   \n “Sir,  are  you  looking  for  this?”  he  held  it  up,  “you  dropped  it  as  you  w-“ \n “You  fuckin’  theif!”  Donovan  slurred,  knocking  it  once  more  to  the  floor  as  he  tried  to  snatch  it  from  the  open  palm  of  Chauffer.  \n“No,  sir.  I  fou-“  \n“Found  it  my  ass!”  The  skinny  blonde  tugged  at  Donovan’s  sleeve.  \n“Who cares?!.”\n  After  several  minutes  of  Donovan  and  his  companion  sharing  a  few  lines  and  a  passionate  embrace,  Chauffer's agitation  returned.  \n\"Fucking  asshole,\"  he thought  to  himself, \"I  should’ve  fucking  taken  the  damn  thing,  he  never  would  have  known.  Bastard  thought  he  dropped  it  at  the  party  anyway.  Accuse  me  of  that?  I  was  the  one  who  fucking  brought  it  up!\"\n  He’d  always  been  good  at  turning  the  other  cheek,  but  he  wasn’t  sure  how  much  more  of  Donovan’s  bullshit  he  was  willing  to  put  up  with.  \n“Hey,  why  are  we  on  the  highway?  Take  that  damned  shortcut  from  earlier!”  Donovan  ordered,  already speaking  more  clearly.  Apparently  the  drugs  had helped  him  regain  some  alertness.  \n“Shortcut  sir?”  he replied,  still  isolating  his  internal  dialogue  from  his  outward  demeanor.   \n “Yeah,  dipshit,  the  shortcut  that  somehow  magically  got  me  to  my  party  half  an  hour  earlier  than  I’d  int...”  his  words  trailed  off  as  he  realized  he  was  admitting  a  lie  he’d  told  earlier.  Chauffer  remained  silent.  Donovan  shrugged  it  off  and  turned  his  attention  back  to  the  woman  he  was  bringing  home. \n It  wasn’t  worth  the  risk  for  Donovan  to  cheat  while  his  girlfriend  was  around,  and  for  the  first  time  in  months,  she  was  out  of  town.  He  wasn’t  about  to  let  this  opportunity  go  to  waste.  \nThe  two  broke  apart  long  enough  to  cut  another  line,  and  just  to  keep  his  mouth  busy,  Donovan  pestered  Chauffer  some  more.  \n“Well?  Why  aren’t  we  going  the  fast  way,  I  wanna  get  this  beautiful  woman  back  to  my  place  for  some fun.”  He  failed  to  notice  as  “this  beautiful  woman”  rolled  her  eyes  at  this  remark,  but  she  put  up  with  it  all  the  same, her eyes never straying far from the cocaine, or for long.\n  Again,  chauffer  sat  in  silence,  ignoring  his  drunken  bastard  of  an  employer,  as  Donovan  distractedly  muttered  something  about  how  hard  it  is  to  find  good  help  these  days.   \n When  they  finally  reached  Donovan’s  estate,  he  grumpily  said,  “well  it’s  about  fucking  time.”  When  this  remark  was  met  with  silence,  Donovan  continued  on,  “listen,  I  need  a  driver  who  does  what  I  say.  You  failed.  You’re  fired.  Don’t  come  back  here  ever  again.”  \n“Wouldn’t  dream  of  it,  Sir,”  hung  in  the  cool  night  air  as  Donovan  disappeared  inside.  \n\n\n\nWhen  Donovan  awoke  the  following  morning,  his  head  was  pounding.  His  mouth,  slimy  with  dehydration,  tasted  of  bitter,  stale  alcohol.  Anders’  knock  at  the  door  sounded  like  thunder.  \"Just one  of  those  days,\"  he  thought  to  himself.  \n“So,  Anders,  please  tell  me  you’ve  found  me  a  competent  driver?  That  Chauffer  guy  was  just  \natrocious,”  Donovan  demanded  of  his  assistant when he got downstairs for breakfast.\n  “Got  a  man  named  Schaefer,  been  driving  limousines  for  10  years.  Should  be  just  what  you’re  looking  for.”  “Good,  I’m  sick  of  you  giving  me  brain  dead  monkeys  when  I  ask  for  workers.  Maybe  this  month  you’ll  actually  earn  your  salary  for  once.”  \nDonovan’s  sheer  absence  of  manners  could  probably  be  explained  by  his  being  born  with  a  silver  spoon  up  his  ass,  but  Anders  still  wished  that  Donovan  would've  picked  up  some  etiquette  at  Harvard,  instead  of  just  a  penchant for cocaine and high class escorts.\n  As  Donovan  opened  his  front  door  to  a  gray,  gloomy  day,  his  eyes  fell  upon  what  was  supposed  to  be  his  new  driver.  But  staring  back  at  him  with  a  malevolent  grin  stood  Chauffer.  The  only  noticeable  difference  about  the  man  was  that  he  was  wearing  a  suit  the  color  of  the  Bentley,  instead  of  his  usual  black  one.  \n“Anders!”  he  yelled,  trying  to  convey  the  anger  and  annoyance  in  his  voice.  Anders,  who  had  mistaken  the  anger  for  urgency,  ran  into  the  front  hall. \n “What  is  it, sir?”  \n“You  think  this  is  funny?  Is  this  some  kind  of  joke,  you  re-hiring  Ch-“  \n“But  sir...  I  don’t...”  Anders’  voice  had  a  note  of  uncertainty  in  it  as  he  looked  past  Donovan  at  the  new  driver  he’d  just  hired. \n “What  the  fuck  is  he  doing  here?” \n “Um..  sir...  He’s  your  new  dr-“  Donovan  leaned  in  close  to  Anders,  so  as  to  avoid  Chauffer  overhearing  him.  “That’s  the  same  fucking  guy  that  I  fired  last  night.”  He  said  in  an  urgent  whisper.  “I  fired  him,  he  probably  doesn’t  like  me  very  much,  and  I  fucking  hate  him.  He’s  a  bad  dr-“\n  “But  sir...  just  look...”  he  pointed  towards  the  man  in  the  driveway,  eyeing  his  employer  perplexedly.   \n Donovan  turned  his  head,  and  saw  Chauffer  wink  at  him  through  his  menacing  stare. \n “Did  you  just  see  that?!”  Donovan  asked  Anders with a note of panic in his voice. \n “See  what, sir?  What  are  you  talking  ab-“ \n “He  just  fucking  winked  at  me!”  \n“Winked  at  you, sir?  What  are  you  talking  about?  Sir  are  you  feeling  all  right?”\n  “yeah  I-  I’m  fine...  I  just..”  \n“Sir,  are  you  sure,  because I  could  just reschedule  the-“ \n “No,  I  said  it’s  fine,  I  just...  I  didn’t  get  much  sleep  last  night,  that’s  all.  I’ll  see  you  later.” \n What  was  going  on  here?  Was  Donovan  simply  seeing  things?  He  kept  a  wary  eye  on  his  driver,  whoever  he  was,  as  he  walked  towards  the  car. \n “You  must  be  Donovan.  I’m  Schaefer.  It’s  a  pleasure,  sir.”  This  man  sounded  exactly  like  Chauffer  too,  except  his  voice  carried  exaggerated  emotion,  not the usual lack thereof.  Was  this  really  Chauffer?  Was  Anders  playing  a  joke  on  him?  Could  this  man  simply  resemble  Chauffer,  and  he  was  too  hung  over  to  tell  the  difference?  \nHe  felt  uneasy  about  the  situation,  but  didn’t  want  to  be  late  for  an  important  business  meeting,  so  he  got  into  the  car.  The  door  slammed  shut  the  second  he’d  cleared  the  doorway,  and  when  he  looked  up,  the  man  who  claimed  to  be Schaefer  was  glaring  at  him  in  the  rear-view.  \n“Where  to,  sir?”  This  time  his  tone  was  quiet  and  menacing.  It  sent  chills  down  Donovan’s  spine,  but  he  gave  him  the  address  all  the  same.  His  palms  were  sweating  slightly  as  he  reached  into  his  jacket  for  the  metal  case  that  would, by his logic, relieve  his  anxieties.  \nHe  tapped  a  small  line’s  worth  onto  his  mirror,  paused,  then  tapped  out  some  more.  As  the  powdered  crystals  coated  his  sinuses,  he  felt  the  usual  rush  of  euphoria.  It  was  short  lived,  however,  and  Donovan’s  sense  of  foreboding  returned. \n It  was  almost  like  the  feeling  of  déjà  vu,  that  feeling  that  something  isn’t  quite  right.  He  cut  himself  another  line,  ignoring  the  voice  in  his  head  that  warned  him  to  take  it  slow.\n  He’d  had  a  bit  of  trouble  with  moderation  in  college,  but  had  since  gotten  his  habit  under  control.  It  wasn’t  that  he’d  had  a  real  problem  or  anything.  He’d  never  stolen  anything  to  buy  his  drugs.  He’d  never  started  selling  to  afford  his  habits.  He  just  found  himself  overindulging  at  times,  and  had  regrettably  burned  through  a  good  portion  of  his  savings  by  the  time  he  graduated.  But  now  he  had  it  under  control,  of  that he  was  certain.  \nAfter  the  second  rocky  line,  Donovan  was  still  feeling  extremely  uneasy,  and  was  sure  that  each  time  he  looked  at  the  rear-view,  Chauffer  had  just  looked  away.  Like he was watching him.\n He  was  starting  to  sweat  more  heavily  now,  and  knew  that  he  had  to  get  himself  together  for  his  meeting.  He  didn’t  normally  smoke  so  early  in  the  day,  but  he  was  pretty  sure  the  circumstances  justified  it,  so  he  packed  himself  a  bowl  and  started  puffing.    \nAs  the  thc  flooded  into  his  brain,  Donovan’s  sense  of  unease  evolved  into  paranoia.  Not  only  had  smoking  not  calmed  him  down,  it  had  done  the  opposite!  He  continued  to  sweat  as  he  stared  at  his  driver,  now  sure  that  it  was  Chauffer,  and  that  he  intended  to  harm  Donovan  for  treating  him  so  poorly.  \nBlue  and  red  flashing  lights  brought  Donovan  into  a  full-blown  panic  as  the  Bentley  glided  to  a  stop.  The  car  reeked,  and  he  was  sure  that  the  officer  would  search  it,  medical  marijuana  card  or  not.     \n Donovan  frantically  whipped  his  metal  case  out,  brushing  the  latch  just  enough  for  it  to  spring  open,  sending  his  bag  of  cocaine  over  the  back  seat  headrests.  He  scrambled  for  it,  trying  to  stay  low  enough  that  the  officer  couldn’t  see  what  he  was  doing as he pulled it back over the seat.    \nDonovan  crouched  low  in  his seat,  trying  to  keep  an  eye  on  the  officer  between  headrests  as  he  stuck  his  straw  directly  into  the  baggie.  He  inhaled  deeply  as  his  entire  stash  found  its  way  into  his  nostril  just  as  the  cop  stepped  out  of  his  car.    \nHis  heart  was  beating  against  his  ribcage  like  a  toddler  wailing  on  a  drum,  and  with  the  same  lack  of  any consistent rhythm.  His  entire  body  was  shaking  now,  almost  as  though  he  was  having  a  seizure,  and  he  felt  a  warm  drip  run  down  his  nostril,  hoping  against  hope  that  it  wasn’t  blood.  \nHe  wiped  the  crimson  stream  from  his  face  as  the  officer  passed  his  window,  trying  to  imagine  how  he  would  get  out  of  this.    Chauffer  calmly  passed  a  handkerchief  back  to  Donovan  and  said  simply,  “let  me  do  the  talking.”  \nHe  didn’t  particularly  care  whether  his  employer  went  to  jail,  but  he  was  the  one  driving  the  car,  and  didn’twant  to  be  implicated. \n “License  and  registration  please.”  \nHe  handed  the  officer  the  papers. \n “Any  idea  what  I  pulled  you  over  for?”\n  “No,  sir.”  \n“Stickers  on  your  license  plates  are  expired.  And  what’s  wrong  with  your  friend  back  there?”  He  pulled  his  aviator  sunglasses  down  the  bridge  of  his  nose,  looking  questioningly  at  Donovan,  who  began  to  stutter.  \n\"I just-\"\nSchaefer cut him off; “He’s  got  hemophilia.  It’s  a  condition  that-“  \n“Yeah  I  know  what  hemophilia  is,”  the  officer  replied  hurriedly,  “You’d  better  get  him  to  the  hospital.  I’ll  let  you  off  with  a  warning,  don’t  forget  to  fix  those  stickers.  Tell  you  what,  I’ll  put  on  my  siren  and  drive  in  front  of  you  so  you  can  get  him  there  quicker.”\n  “What  the  fuck  do  we  do  now?!”  Donovan  asked  frantically.  How  could  Schaefer  have  been  so  stupid? And  what  the  fuck  even  was  hemo-whatever?\n“Don’t  worry sir,  I’ve  got  this.”  \nThe  police  car  pulled  around  them,  lights  ablaze  and  with  the  familiar  siren  whine  that  causes  so  many  hearts  to  skip  beats.  The  police  car  zoomed  by  them,  and  Chauffer  pulled  out  behind  him  to  show  that  they  were  keeping  up.  Once  the  police  saw  that  they  were  following,  he  stepped  on  the  gas  and  felt  his  upper  body  press  against  his  seat. Schaefer  followed  suit. \n   As  the  hospital  exit  approached,  both  cars  got  over  into  the  right  lane.  Not  a  second  too  early,  Schaefer  tugged  the  wheel  firmly  left,  just  barely  clearing  the  guard  rail  as  the  Bentley  swerved  back  onto  the  highway,  leaving  the  cop  confused  as  ever, alone on the exit ramp.   \n Donovan  nearly  had  a  heart  attack  in  the  back  seat  with  all  the  uppers  coursing  through  his  blood  and  no  seatbelt  to  secure  him.  \n“What-  what  the-  what  the  fuck  are  you  thinking?  You  could’ve  killed  us  both!”\n  “I  got  you  out  of  it  didn’t  I?”  Schaefer replied calmly.\nDonovan  was  now  shaking,  and  too  overwhelmed  with  stress  to  respond.  Chauffer  did  have  a  point;  better  off  scared  shitless  than  in  jail  for  felony  cocaine  possession.  But  still.  He  took  several  deep  breaths  to  calm  himself  down.  \nWhen  he’d  finally  regained  his  composure,  Donovan  noticed  the  heavy  sweat  stains  under  his  arms.  \n“God  damnit!”  he  yelled.  “Chauffer,  turn  this  damn  thing  around,  I  need  to  go  home  and  change.  And  turn  that  damned  music  off!  You  know  the  rule!” \n “Yes  sir.  And  it’s  pronounced  ‘Schaefer’  sir,”  he  replied  sharply.  He  was  annoyed;  he’d  never  been  told  not  to  listen  to  the  radio.    \n“And  hurry,”  Donovan  added,  not  bothering  to  mask  his  agitation. \n “Oh,  what  a  good  idea.  Thank  you  massuh.”  Schaefer’s  annoyance  had  finally  gotten  the  better  of  him.  Donovan,  who  had  never  been  shown  such  disrespect  in  his  life,  sat  staring  forward,  mouth  agape.  \n\"I  must  be  hearing  things,\"  he  thought  to  himself.  \"That  nap  really  has  me  out  of  it.  Luckily  I’ve  got  just  the  thing.\"\n  This  last  thought  was  followed  by  a  smile  and  the  emergence  of  his  little  silver  case.  \n“You  know  I  could  have  you  arrested,  right?”  came  Schaefer’s  sly  remark.  Donovan  was  so  affronted  that  he  dropped  his  baggie,  open,  and  face  down.  He  didn’t  know  which  made  him  angrier,  his  employee’s  brash  remarks,  or  his  dropping  almost  his  entire  stash  into the carpet in  response.  He  was  so  agitated  that  he  failed  to  notice  the  dark  tunnel  they’d  entered.  \n“What  the  fuck  did  you  just  say  to  me,  motherfucker?  I’ll  fuckin-“ \n “You’ll  what,  exactly?  Fire  me?  Sue  me  for  the  cost  of  your  spilt drugs?  Hurt  me,  while  I  control  the  hundred  thousand  dollar  plus  car  that  you  own  and  are  currently  sitting  in?”  \nDonovan’s  demeanor  changed  almost  instantly.  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He  stumbled  out  of  the  car  and  put  his  hands  in  the  air.   \n “Your  turn  to  drive.”  Chauffer  said  with  a  smile.  It  was  fun  making  that  pompous  shitheel  squirm.  It  was  like  watching  a  worm  struggle  before  the  fishing  hook  turned  it  to  bait, only this time the worm really deserved it.\n\"But  I”\n  “It  wasn’t  a  question.  Now  get  the  fuck  in  the  car.”  Chauffer  stood  just  out  of  Donovan’s  reach.  It  wasn’t  likely  that  Donovan  would  try  something,  but  better  safe  than  sorry.  He  kept  the  pistol  steadily  aimed  at \nhis head.   Donovan  sat  behind  the  wheel,  frantically  trying  to  figure  out  how  to  get  the  car  to  move.  \n“What’s  wrong,  not  used  to  being  the  one  to  take  the  orders?” \n “I,  I  don-“  \n“Do  you  honestly  not  know  how  to  drive  a  fucking  car?”\n  “well  I...  I’ve  always  had  a-”  a  hint  of  embarrassment  accompanied  his  terror  this  time,  but  Schaefer  didn’t  let  him  finish.  \n“Babysitter?  Yeah,  doesn’t  surprise  me.  Although  you’d  think  one  of  your  abused  helpers  would  have  taught  you  a  lesson  in  manners  by  now.”  \n“I-“ \n “Shut  the  fuck  up.  If  you  speak  again  without  permission  I’ll  rip  your  fucking  tongue  out.  Now  get  out  of  the  car.”  Donovan  was  shaking  so  badly  he  looked  to  be  on  the  verge  of  collapse.  Chauffer  pushed  hard  on  Donovan’s  left  shoulder,  causing  Donovan  to  buckle  to  his  knees.  He  kept  the  gun  steadily  aimed  at  Donovan’s  head. \n “You  treat  your  employees  like  garbage,  like  they’re  your  slaves,  yet  without  them  you’d  be  helpless!  You  can’t  drive  a  car,  you  can’t  cook  a  meal...  You  probably  don’t  even  know  how  to  wash  your  own  clothes.  You’ve  shoveled  shit  onto  the  people-“ \n “please,  I-“  Donovan  began,  terrified  and  bewildered.  He’d  dealt  with  disgruntled  employees  on  more  than  one  occasion,  but  never  anything  like  this. \n “Let  me  finish.”  Chauffer  pressed  the  barrel  against  Donovan’s  head  just  above  the  brain  stem. \n “You’ve  shoveled  shit  onto  the  people  who  you  depend  on  probably  since  you  could  talk,  and  I  for  one,am  sick  of  it.  Repeat  after  me:  I’m  a  worthless  egomaniac”  \n“I’m  sorr-“  \n  “Say  it!”  \nDonovan  couldn’t  figure  out  why  this  was  all  happening.  This  man  must  be  a  lunatic.  This  wasn’t  fair,  why  did  he  have  to  be  the  one  to  fall  victim  to  this  man?  He  had  friends,  loved  ones,  money,  power.  Why  couldn’t  this  wacko  have  picked  some  hobo,  or  some  poor  person  to  smite?  \n“I’m  a  w-worthless  e-ego-maniac.”  Donovan’s  words  came  out  in  little  sobs  of  terror.  Tears  were  chasing  each  other  over  the  arches  of  his  soft  cheeks.  \n“The  only  person  I’ve  ever  cared  about  is  me.”  Chauffer  wondered  whether  Donovan  even  understood  what  he  was  being made to repeat.   \n “The  on-ly  p-p-person  I’ve  ev-ver  cared  ab-bout  is  m-me.”  That  simply  wasn’t  true;  he  loved  his  mother.  And  he  could  tolerate  certain  co-workers.  And  then  there  was  Anders,  someone  he  trusted  more  than...  But  wait,  wasn’t  it  Anders  who  had  hired  this  man  in  the  first  place?  \n“I  treat  my  workers  like  property.”\n  This  time  there  was  a  slight  pause.  The  words  rang  in  Donovan’s  head.  He  thought  about  his  maids,  and  how  they  always  kept  his  things  nice  and  clean  and  smiled  at  him.  He  also  realized  that  he  couldn’tremember  a  single  one  of  their  names.  He  thought  about  his  driver  before  Schaefer,  Chauffer,  who  he’dfired  the  night  before.  \nBut  there  was  still  hope:  Anders!  The  name  was  like  a  little  candle,  a  flickering  beacon  of  hope,  until  it  was  blown  out  by  his  next  thought.  \nHe  liked  Anders,  but  did  Anders  actually  like  him  back?  Sure,  he  was  always  polite  to  Donovan,  and  laughed  at  his  jokes.  But  if  their  roles  were  switched,  would  Anders  still  be  Donovan’s  friend?  Was  it  possible  that  this  madman’s  words  had  a  hintof  truth  to  them?  \n  “Say  it!” \n “I  t-treat  my  w-workers  like  p-p-property.”  Having  said  it  out  loud  almost  finalized  it,  made  it  real.  Donovan’s  fear  made  room  for  just  a  hint  of  regret,  as  Chauffer  said  his  last  bit.  \n“Which  is  why  I  deserve  to  die.”  He  curled  his  thumb  around  the  back  of  the  hammer  and  slowly  cocked  the  pistol.\n  “No  Wai-!”    As  the  deafening  crack  of  gunfire  echoed  throughout  the  dark  tunnel,  the  sharp  pain  in  Donovan’s  head  and  popping  stars  of  light  quickly  gave  way  to  darkness. \n\n\n\n   Donovan  awoke  with  a  start,  and  sat  bolt  upright  in  his  bed.  His  hands  clumsily  made  their  way  down  his  body,  making  sure  that  it  was  still  there.  That  dream  had  been  so  vivid! \n Donovan  sat  in  a  drowsy  daze,  hoping  the  confusion  and  unease  he  felt  would  soon  subside.  He  reached  up  to  feel  the  back  of  his head,  and  flinched  as  his  fingers  found  the  tender  lump  on  his  scalp.\n  What  the...?\nDonovan  quickly  put  on  the  clothes  that  the  maid  had  laid  out  for  him,  and  went  downstairs  to  find  Anders.  \n“What  the  fuck  is  going  on  here  Anders?” \n “I’m  sorry  sir?” \n   “How  did  I-  What  did....  What  happened  last  night?”\n  “Last  night  sir?  I  believe  you  were  enjoying  the  attention  of  a  young  lady.”  Donovan  paused,  trying  to  remember.  Hadn’t  that  been  2  nights  ago?  And  where  was  this  girl  now?\n“Well  where  is  she?”  \nAnders  paused  for  a  split  second  before  replying,  “Um,  she  uh..  Chauffer  drove  her  home  this  morning.”  \n“Chauffer?!  But  I  fired  that  son  of  a  bitch!  And  he-“  Donovan  stopped  himself  before  saying  anything  more.  Maybe  it  all  was  just  a  crazy  dream.  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Sir?”      Donovan’s  confusion  and  fear  were  suppressing  the  usual  reprimands  he  would  have  returned.  \nInstead,  he  mumbled,  “I...  I  guess  you’re  right,”  before  walking  out  his  front  door  to  a  bright  blue  sky.  \n“Good  morning  sir!”  Chauffer  was  wearing  his  usual  black  suit,  but  his  demeanor  was  uncharacteristically  cheerful.  Donovan’s  perplexed  look  was  all  Chauffer  needed  to  see  to  know  that  from  then  on;  life  would  be  at  least  a  little  more  fair.",
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