It was late as she looked again at her watch. Amelia waved her hand to the chauffeur she had hired while she was here to take her around town.
She decided that while she was here, she might as well deal with promoting some of her charitable programs lined up on her agenda.
The driver assisted her inside the car and returned to the driver's side. "Where to, Ms. Amelia?" Then, he turned to her, asking for direction as he started the engine.
"Just drive me back to the hotel." She tiredly responded, yawning a bit, feeling the exhaustion of her body. She could not wait to reach her room and hit the bed.
At least she felt she accomplished something today, suddenly missing going back to work. Maybe it was time she left and went back to the place she had considered home for the last three years.
