It was only 8 AM and he had to deal with a moron. Who did they think they are? Some punk wanted their Limo to be fixed in less than an hour. You stood on a rug that you demanded be there because you didn’t want to get dirty. “I dunno what world you came from to think that’s possible, it’s two hours minimum.” Bailey said and ran a hand through his hair. You, a prick who found breathing the same air as Bailey to be gross. Bailey, a man who respected all but aristocrats like you.