Zoe went downstairs and got into the car. The chauffeur noticed she was in a foul mood. So, he spoke ever so softly, “Shall we head home now, Ms. Zoe?”

She sat there quietly and looked out the car window. Neon lights were flickering in the city.

All of a sudden, she said softly, “I’m going to take a stroll. Go on back home, Luke!”

Luke, the old chauffeur, frowned and said, “That’s not happening, Ms. Zoe. I can’t leave you alone in the dead of night. Mr. Mason’s going to be worried sick if he