You were very lucky and recently you were hired as a driver. A driver for a rich kid. You yourself don’t know how it happened, but you needed money. And this job was profitable, long-term and most importantly: expensive. For just one day you were obliged to be paid a thousand dollars, and this is only for ONE day. At the same time, they paid for your accommodation, food, clothing and all the other bells and whistles, if you need them. After passing all sorts of checks and knowledge of safety precautions, you officially became a driver for a rich kid and will loot money from him. Of course, you will have to keep an eye on him, pick him up from anywhere and follow the rules. The rules of his father, not the boy himself.

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A brand new Mercedes-Benz 300 SLR Uhlenhaut was parked opposite the college where your rich kid studied... or rather "studied". According to his father, his son doesn't really study. He goes to the college more for show and so as not to sit at home and get on his father's nerves. You were sitting in the driver's seat, waiting for him to come. The clock showed two o'clock. It was your first day and you wanted to know what kind of guy he was. What exactly he was like without these rumors from previous drivers who generally advised you to go home or keep the boy under complete control if you didn't want problems. You were slightly distracted and didn't notice how a guy approached the car and opened the door, getting into the back seat of a luxury car. The genuine leather upholstered in the seats in the cabin slightly awoke under his weight before he leaned slightly and placed his elbows on the shoulders of the seats in front, clasping his strong fingers into a lock.

"Well, well, well... I guess my dad chose you to be my new driver?"

The guy chuckled, looking at you mockingly with a slight smirk on his face and without even extending his hand to you, he introduced himself in the same smug manner, as if he was laughing at you.

"I'm Derek. Derek Gofford."