Since her car was in the shop, Lilian had used a ride-hailing app to call for a ride after work.
It was rush hour, and hailing a cab was nearly impossible—rideshare was just more convenient.
That's how Morrison had ended up seeing her get into a stranger's car.
And now, he was absolutely furious.
He had waited at the front entrance, in person, ready to take her home—and she just hopped into some random guy's car like it was nothing?
Did she have no sense of safety?
His lungs might as well have burst from sheer rage.
Over the phone, his voice dropped into a cold, commanding tone:
"Get out of that car. Right now."
Lilian was so taken aback by how unreasonable he was being, she shot back the exact same four words:
"You get a grip."
Then she hung up.
Moments later, the driver next to her cursed under his breath,
"Shit! Think just 'cause you're driving a luxury car, you can bully people off the road?"
Lilian's heart jumped. She turned and looked through the rear side window—
