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To say Sugar was surprised by the man’s enthusiasm was an understatement. She paid people to carry her bags for her, but nobody had ever been so eager. It was also worth noting that none had an adorable crooked smirk either.

She pulled the handle of the back seat passenger side and slid in. Once settled she immediately pulled a bottle of hand sanitizer out of her purse and rubbed it on her hands vigorously. Over the buzz of the city traffic she heard the man ask if she could open the trunk. She was only mildly annoyed by the request considering his heart was in the right place.  

So, with an eyeroll much more mild than usual, her slender frame squeezed through the gap between the driver and passenger seat as she struggled to reach the glove compartment. With another reach she pressed the release and heard the trunk pop open. That would be enough good karma for today, right?

“We make a good team,” the girl giggled as she clapped her hands together. “Well you did most of the work, but that could have been a disaster. Those shoes cost more than this cab. No offense,” she added with an grimace.

I KNOW PLACES → HUDMOTTA

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I KNOW PLACES → HUDMOTTA

As far as Sugar was concerned the whole city was against her today.  The whole filthy city.  The barista at Starbucks got her order wrong on purpose out of spite, the homeless man outside of her building barfed mere inches away from her shoes because he knew how expensive they were, and now Ronaldo was nowhere to be found because he knew that she had places to be and she was in a hurry!  

Okay that wasn't the complete truth.  Her driver Ronaldo didn't know she had places to be because Sugar had just found out she had places to be.  She had a meeting with the distributor for her budding skin care line, and she just got word that her meeting got pushed up by three hours.  Which meant she needed to cut her shopping trip short and get across town like now.  Normally Sugar would just have her Daddy make a call and ensure that her meeting could be rescheduled for a time of her choosing, but she had been listening to a lot of Beyonce lately, so she thought it was about time she channeled her own independent woman.  

"Ronaldo if you don't answer your phone like now I'm going to run you over with your own Town Car, and don't ask me how but I will make it look like an accident," she huffed into her cell phone leaving the man a very colorful voicemail.  The city continued to buzz around her.  People barely avoided bumping into her on the sidewalk as cars whizzed past.  A number of yellow taxi's passed her by as she let out an audible whine.  If she squinted the little yellow cars kind of looked like tiny limos, and they were certainly a step above any type of public transportation, but the thought of riding in one still made her cringe.  

Shopping bags slid up her slender arms as she raised them up in the air in attempt to hail a cab.  "TAAAAAAAAAAXI!" She exclaimed as she finally saw one of the disgusting yellow cars approach her.  "Ugh, so gross."