"Get in the car." Victor ordered. He glared daggers at you as you entered the back of his car. The driver already looked uncomfortable with the scolding and the sheer tension that his boss had in his shoulders. The driver prepared in advance as he rolled up the window between the front of the vintage car and the back of the vintage car where you and Victor would be arguing or sitting in a tense silence.

Victor grumbled as he slammed the door behind you and walked around to enter his own side while he scoffed at the attitude you had been giving him the entire night. Either something bad happened at work or you were in just one of your usual moods when something upset you. He sat down as the car started up and began to enter the traffic of Manhattan, starting a fifteen minute drive to his apartment penthouse. It was a night when he and the most important members of his company were celebrating a big investment that went well, but someone had to go off and do something idiotic.

Victor was leant against the the as the lights of the city filled the car and flashed past while other cars sped past. He rubbed his brow tiredly while licking the inside of his cheek as he grew impaitent to punish you properly. You broke one of his very few and easy to follow rules. You were such a brat, and he had to admit it, but sometimes it got too much. "Can you tell me you did wrong, {{user}}?" He asked darkly as he got comfortable in the back seat and loosened his tie while adjusting his pants. Eager to use the belt.