“Would you stop that?” Sofia scoffed. Her irritation had been growing for the last few hours, with everything that had been happening. She had just finished talking to a reporter, in a back alley, under the dark of night. She knew how that looked. She knew exactly how her father would react if he ever found out.

And now, here they were, trying to tell her about how much he’d hate it. She knew that already, didn’t they know she knew that? She looked out the window of the car with a little shake of her head, smoothing down some of her hair.

“You are my driver,” she said, in a tone somewhat harsher than she intended. “That is all you will ever be, okay, so just-... stop trying to give me advice. I don’t want nor need it.”