Mr King's daring driver is actually a girl?!

I walked along the main road of the city park while scrolling through my phone. I held it to my face while relentlessly going through the internet.

There were so many hot topics to view lately. I grinned while enjoying the news.

Suddenly, a family of three walked past me. A father, mother and a little girl, chattering away happily.

Happy Family! The words I missed! The words I wished never faded!

I stopped in my tracks and looked back. The wind blew gently so I had to brush my short orange hair aside for a clearer view. My ocean blue eyes peered into the scene with mixed feelings.

The little girl in their midst looked so happy. She giggled with so much warmth and carefree spirit. It reminded me of those days.

Those days when my life was like every other. They were the days when I and my family were very happy. I missed those days.

I was a carefree little girl just like the girl I was seeing. I smiled and turned to leave. If only those days didn't end. But so what? It was already the past. There was no use crying over spilled milk.

My name is Erica Dale. I'm an independent second class working lady... well, at least that's what I think I am.

When I was little, my parents and I had a lot of fun, we were almost the perfect trio. I treasured every moment and wishes that things would never change and that I would never grow up, that was how happy I was.

They erected a swing for me in the garden, at the back of our house. There, we would play together. I'd call my dad superman and my mom, wonder woman, because to me, they were my worlds greatest heros. They were perfect.

I was very happy with my family until it all fell apart. The older I got, the more that I saw that my parents weren't heros. They were just like me, imperfect.

It all started the day I got back from school. I was four but unlike other kids, I didn't take the bus because the school was just a few blocks away.

I opened the front door with a cheerful smile ready to great my parents, but what met me was our family's portrait flying towards me. I quickly ducked due to instinct and avoided it but still got hurt by the shattered glass.

I looked up in fright and saw my parents, fighting. My mom was screaming stuffs that I couldn't understand and my dad responded the same way. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as I watched the harmony of my family fall into ruins for what I didn't understand.

"Erica, go to your room!" Mom instructed

"Why send her away?" Dad said "Why not let her know?"

"Kyle, get a hold of yourself. She's still a child." Mom responded

"Yeah, 'our' child!" I was sure he emphasized on the word 'our' as he stared at mom like he was going to kill her. I couldn't do anything. With my little legs and my bag pack still hanging on my shoulders, I ran up to my room crying.

I shut the door and didn't come out no matter what I heard. There were more things breaking in the kitchen and then the living room. Then, I heard my mom scream at dad.

"I love my daughter but I won't stay with you for one more second. I'm leaving!" She declared but didn't leave. She stayed but hardly showed her face to me. It broke my heart.

Everytime I got home from school, I'd meet them arguing over little and big things. It happened everyday but I couldn't get used to it. For a four year old girl, it was too much to take.

I got to middle school and that was when I realized that dad had started drinking, mom came home once in a while and we were running out of money.

The few times mom came home were always chaotic. I'd wish for those few times to at least be peaceful but my wish never came true.

This made me wonder what went wrong? Why could they never be happy? I started wishing that I had a different family; where everything was fine and felt like mine.

Seeing them fight like that, I swore I'd never be like them but looking back now, I guess I was just a kid back then.

Mom finally packed her stuff and left, but before she left, I asked her with teary eyes.

"Why...why did all this happen?" She looked at me for a moment, her eyes giving off emotions I couldn't understand.

"Falling for the wrong person is painful." She began "You don't get to fall in love everyday and you don't find the perfect one with ease. Let me advise you," she stroked my hair "...loving is hard. It doesn't always work, you just need to try your best not to get hurt." With those words she left.

I couldn't bring myself to stop her or ask her to take me along. Perhaps I still believed she would come back and everything would go back to the way it used to be. Perhaps.

I went to the swing and sat there trying not to cry but I wasn't strong enough. I broke into tears as I thought of my broken family.

Mom was gone, dad became a drunk and I was all alone. My friends were also gone, what could I possibly do?

I was sure to heed mom's advise and because of that, I didn't fall for anyone. I entered highschool and dads drinking worsened. He couldn't even recognize me as his daughter anymore.

Dad often saw me as a punching bag but I wasn't one to take a hot for nothing. Regardless of him being my father, I'd hit him back really hard.

At first, I started by hitting him with the nearest object to knock him out and if there was none, I'd use my fist. I got used to knocking him out, occasionally.

Such incidents happened a lot and I got acustomed to using my fist. That much experience in fighting became useful later on.

I got into college with the trust fund saved in my name and stayed in campus. I didn't want to go home and face my drunk of a father.

I indulged in a lot of activities just to keep my mind off things and really let go.

I didn't trust anyone or rather, couldn't trust anyone no matter how nice or innocent they looked. That only spiked up my suspicions concerning your motive of approaching me.

I wasn't a pushover at college and I definitely didn't let a matter slide.

Sure I wasn't the most popular or the most beautiful but I stood out with my curly orange hair, sharp ocean blue eyes, little round nose and small plump lips. I was the definition of cute but dangerous.

I went on with my single life, always remembering the words my mom told me. I couldn't stand the thought of getting my heart hurt. Sure I could take a few punches in the face but definitely not my heart.

I woke up early, ready for my first job interview. I don't know how these things work and I really don't want to care but I have to get a decent job if I wanted to earn clean cash.

To be honest, while in college, I joined an underground fighting club. My drunk dad wasn't ready to work and help me out financially so, I found myself an aide.

Thanks to my everyday struggle with my dad, I had some experience and found myself fighting people for money. Of course I got beaten up pretty badly at the beginning but I was sure to beat the crap out of them before the match was over.

I didn't fight for fame or popularity so I didn't fight often. I only fought when I needed the bucks urgently and with that thought in mind, I was sure to win.

Now I'm currently done with school. Though I wasn't a killer at studies, I still made it out okay. I wasn't sure how long my streak at the underground arena would last so, I decided to quit. I put all the illegal stuff behind me and decided to find a 'legal' job.

My parents had a really cruel divorce while I was till very young. I call it cruel because I was left alone. Although I stayed with my dad, he wasn't any much help as he resulted to drinking and eventually, gambling. Life was really tough for me but even at that, I always stuck onto my mom's st words to me.

She said, loving is hard. It doesn't always work the way we plan it. Once was fall, we just have to bear with the pain and stick till the end or, never fall at all. Thanks to those words, I've been single for all my 23 years of living. I did like my childhood friend but I couldn't tell him for fear of getting rejected and hurt.

I got on my scooter, which I bought with the money I won from my last few fights. I made a bet with the last guy I fought and I won, so hundred thousand dollars free for me and nothing for him.

I couldn't think of anything else but to get myself a transport system. A car came to mind but I didn't have my driver's license and felt too lazy to get it. I'll get it later in life.

I arrived at the company I was supposed to get my interview. It was a finance company and one of the biggest in the world with several branches.

Usually, I would've preferred to be a reporter and dig out the dirty secrets that people hide, I was so good at it. Plus, being a reporter didn't need having a degree, in that sense I could've ditched school and get straight to business but apparently, you'd have to give every single detailed information about yourself first. Tch, why'd I wanna do that?

I stood at the front of the company dressed decently and formally. There was a band over my short curly orange hair. I never let I grow past my shoulder because I liked the style short. That way, it wouldn't hinder me in anything.

I clutched onto my resumè and went in. There were tons of people being interviewed so I had to wait. Of course, who wouldn't want to work in such a huge and prosperous company.

I glanced around and discovered most of the people being interviewed were girls, pretty girls but honestly, they looked more like shitty escorts wearing skin tight dresses and heavy makeup.

None of them looked serious about the job but we're only worried about how they looked. Most sneered at me while others scoffed and grinned confidently. I was so pissed off. Did they see me as a competitor or a rival? I wanted to wipe off those looks with my fist but no, they're girls. They wouldn't be able to take it.

After waiting for what felt like a century, it was finally my turn. I thought I'd get turned down instantly because every other girl who walked in didn't take more than two seconds before running out in tears. This is why I don't wear make up. Well, that and the fact that it irks me.

I walked in and sat down. There were three people conducting the interview. Jeez, why did it have to be three?

The guy sitting in between two ladies, looked at me like he was satisfied. He placed his two elbows on the desk, interlocked his fingers and rested his chin on them. His brown eyes seemed to have wandered deep into my soul. What was he thinking? Then suddenly, he spoke.

"You look decent!" He said. Was that a compliment or an insult?

"Excuse me?" I wasn't really sure what he meant by that. "Of course I'm decent!" I responded

"Well, the other girls looked like they were looking for jobs as escorts." He said and I rolled my eyeballs. Tell me about it.

"You look like you're serious about the job. What's your name?" The lady at the right asked.

"Erica Dale!" I answered smartly.

"Well, Miss Dale, how would you like to be the boss's driver?" He asked and I blinked. Did the lord hear my cries and decide to save me from a boring life of sitting behind a computer all day? I was so happ... Wait, that wasn't the point. Did he just ask me to be a driver? For the boss? As in, CEO of ... Wait, that's still not the point. How did he come up with a conclusion to make me a driver?

"Driver? But I was seeking a job at the finance department." I said hoping for a clear explanation. "Was there a mix up somewhere?"

"Sadly, there's no vacancy. So," he freed his hands "...do you want it?"

"Heck yeah!" I spouted out subconsciously and immediately covered my mouth. "I mean, of course!" I'd be mad not to. No sitting down behind a computer all day, no paperwork, no numbers and no office drama, wait. I think I like that part.

"Can you drive?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yeah but I don't have a driver's license." I said.

"That's not a problem. Mira here, "he pointed at the lady at his left "...will go with you to get your driver's license and test your driving. Is that okay?"

"Absolutely!" I was glad. I was gonna get my driver's license without spending a dime. I'd get to go places and drive expensive cars that I'd only dream of, just by being the boss's driver. How cool was that?

I was so excited that I didn't stop to think why a billionaire didn't have a driver or why he needed me, a girl, to drive him around.

"By the way, you'll need to dye your hair black." Mira said as we set off.

"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked touching it lightly.

"Mr King doesn't like the color orange and certainly not on a woman. He despises it." She said but I didn't give a damn. I was proud of my orange hair.

Just because he disliked it, didn't mean everyone else should as

well. I can't change it. If he fires me because of it then so be it.

That night, I took a stroll out on the streets on my new scooter. I just wanted to savor the free moment I had left before I started working for the almighty Oscar King.

According to Mira, he's a tough nut to crack and all his other drivers were killed in one way or the other. That was enough reason for me to quit but I didn't.

I got a feeling that something was amiss. Mira didn't want me to stay, that was why she told me all that, if not, who would tell the new guy horrible tales about his new job? She clearly wanted me out but sadly, I couldn't be moved.

I got a call from dad. Though his drinking reduced when he ran out of money, he went into a more dangerous game, gambling. Now he's got tons of loans on his back and guess who's gonna pay em, this gal. Ugh.

"What is it old man?" I asked as I stopped my scooter.

"My dear daughter..."

"Just spill it." I interrupted, knowing fully well what he was at. Somehow, when he speaks in that tone, it disgusts me. "How much do you need this time?"

"Just twenty thousand dollars!" He said like it was no big deal.

"Just? What the heck man?!" My brows furrowed with anger. It felt like the more I gave him, the more he would demand.

"It's not my fault this time. The other guy cheated." He tried to find an excuse.

"I don't care whose fault it was. If you stop gambling, there will be no faults." I scolded. This man called my father, could drive me nuts in a matter of seconds.

"Just help your father this last time. I promise to stop." I kept silent for a while and spoke softly.

"You said that for the past 5 times but I don't see any sign of stopping. When is all this gonna stop?" I felt emotional for a sec but immediately regained myself. "Well, I don't have any cash on me now and I just got a new job, so until the end of this month, don't disturb me, okay?"

"But... "

"Fuck off!" I cut the call feeling my head steam. I was so furious and at the same time sad. I chuckled and sniffed "I don't know why I give him money anyway!"

I turned on the engine of my scooter and started riding away.

I was no longer fighting at the underground arena and I had no way to earn money till the end of the month.

How was I to get money for my dad? I didn't want some goons beating him up, only I was allowed to do that, anyone else can be regarded as a bully.

My mind was still a mess as I rode steadily on the dark road with only my headlight to light the way.

Suddenly, I caught the figure of something at a distance but before I could comprehend what it was, I found myself stepping on the brakes as the figure magically turned into a man. Damn!

As soon as the scooter stopped, he collapsed. I got off to examine if I had killed someone.

"Oh no! I didn't hit him right?" I turned him over and luckily, he was still breathing. I looked around, there was no one in sight. I looked back at the man and noticed his tux was of high quality. "He must be rich." I assumed "But where did..." I sensed someone behind me but I didn't see anyone. My instincts were never wrong especially when it smelt danger.

Before I could turn to the other side, I got hit in the head really hard. As a fighter, I was supposed to hold my ground but aside from being a fighter, I was also a girl, fragile and weak.

I woke up the next morning to see myself on the same bed with a man. I quickly checked my body, phew, my clothes were still on and so was his.

He was the same man from last night. Did someone set him up with me? But who was he?

My watch clicked and I checked to see it was four in the morning.

"It's still quite early, I can still go home. Wait, where is my scooter?" I couldn't help but feel down. I had spent quite a sum of money on that scooter. I looked at the man. "This is all your fault!" I blamed him even when I knew he was also a victim. "I need some sort of compensation."

I looked at his clothes, surely there was something I could take. I wasn't a thief but a girl's gotta survive.

My eyes spotted his golden Lexus wrist watch and I whistled softly.

"This must cost a fortune!" I exclaimed as I carefully stripped it off his wrist and headed for the door.

I made sure he was still asleep before dashing out. I felt like I had forgotten something but couldn't remember what it was.

At times like this, I was glad I had facial blindness, that way, even if we cross paths in the future I wouldn't fret because I would have long forgotten his face.

I wasn't born with facial blindness but it was as a result of my eyes having close contact with shattered glass every now and then. I couldn't recognize people I meet for the first time without taking a picture.

Coupled with that, I couldn't see people's face from afar nor could I read from afar. You'd wonder how I could still see to drive, well it's easy. I can still see the color of lights no matter how far it is, so traffic lights weren't a problem for me.

Right now, the only people's faces I can recognize are my dad and the arena's manager but even his face seems to be blank now. So I guess my dad's the only one.

That morning, I got to work and discovered an uproar among the workers. They were all gossiping about one topic.

None of that had to do with me, so I went straight to the vice president's office. I had forgotten how he looked and I didn't know if I was talking to the right person, so I asked.

"Were you the one who interviewed me yesterday?" Though it sounded stupid, I didn't want to address the wrong person. He looked at me surprised.

"Why, yes! Don't you recognize me?" He asked.

"Sorry!" I pointed at my eyes. "I've got some problem with facial recognition." I said and he gave me a 'I understand' look.

"So you won't recognize Mira either?" He asked

"Oh, I will!" I took out my phone and showed it to him. "I took a pic of her yesterday."

"Then, do you want to take a pic of me too?" He asked and I nodded.

"Sure!" I raised my phone, ready to take a pic of him while he tried to get into character. He wanted me to take a very good shot of him but I didn't really have to.

As soon as I raised my phone, I had already taken the picture. I just left my hand hanging just so I could watch him assume all the poses in the world. It was funny. He was funny.

"Aren't you gonna take the shot?" He asked

"Already did!" I said and he looked at me shocked.

"What?" He took away my phone and checked the picture. "This...this... How could you take such a silly photo of me, I look hideous."

"You look fine!" I snatched my phone away.

"Is that how you'll remember my face to look like?"

"What's wrong with it?" I looked at his puzzled expression and looked at the picture. They looked exact."Besides, I'm not totally blind. I just need to know the details on your face." He sighed.

"You wouldn't understand!" He shook his head. I didn't intend to understand in the first place.

"Okay then." I kept my phone not intending to ask any further questions. Our interactions for this morning was already enough.

"My name is Nathan!" He introduced. I didn't even ask.

"So, where's the boss, Mr Nathan?" I inquired

"Oh, just call me Nathan!" He suggested but I brushed it off.

"Where is he?" I asked plainly

"Well, he got caught up in something, so he'll be a little bit late." He walked back to his desk. "Here, put this on, it's your uniform."

"I'm not gonna look like a chaffeur, right?" I asked accepting the pack but instead of answering, he simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Just go to that room over there and change!" He pointed at the door at the corner of the office. I eyed him before walking towards the door.

I scanned the door, making sure there was no hole in it because from what I could tell, Nathan was a pervert. A little pervert.

I opened the door and discovered it was a bedroom. There was another door which led to a bathroom. I locked the door and scanned the ceiling carefully and found it.

I was sure that he was sitting behind his laptop watching me at the moment, so I raised my middle finger at the tiny camera and stuck out my tongue. I went to the bathroom and changed before going out.

"Touche, Miss Dale!" He clapped twice "Touche!"

"Oh, just call me Erica!" I said mimicking his previous words.

He looked at my outfit and I looked at it as well. Though it was clearly a chaffeur's uniform, I looked great in it.

"How did you know there was a camera?" He suddenly asked.

"I don't mean to sound offensive to my superior but please, you had a vivid smug on your face." I said hoping he wouldn't feel offended. All the while we've been talking, I had completely forgotten that he was my superior and the one who gave me this job.

"I get that a lot!" He smiled and looked at my hair. "Didn't Mira tell you about your hair? The boss hates orange hair."

"Tsk!" I couldn't help but tsk and looked away." Hang on!" I dropped my cap and asked,"Do you have a rubber ring?" He searched and found one. "Thanks!" I took the rubber ring and tied my hair. Though it was short, I could still tye it backwards.

There were some loose strands at the corner of my face but it couldn't be helped.

I wore my cap and it hid my hair perfectly.

"There, problem solved!"

"You're a pretty lady!" He complimented which took me by surprise.

"Says who? The mayor of Washington?" I rolled my eyeballs. I was the least pretty as far as I was concerned. No one ever said it, so I was sure of it. After all, no one had the guts to.

"You don't hear that often, uh?"

"I don't hear it, at all!" I felt a bit annoyed. It almost felt like I was being mocked. I didn't like to hear such words that sounded vain, being directed at me.

Especially coming from a guy. The first guy who said I was pretty, got a punch in his face. But even at that, he still kept sticking around me claiming we were friends.

"Hey!" Nathan snapped his fingers at my face. "Earth to Erica, do you read?!" My mind must have wandered for a moment.

"What's up?" I asked

"Well, the boss h

as arrived. His office is at the first floor." He said and I nodded. I headed straight for the door when he called out. "Erica, do be careful with your words."