"Are you really sure about what you're saying, that Mr. Stevans agreed to talk to me?" I asked Jeffrey for almost a third time as he was driving his car.
"Seriously, how many times have you asked me that? Do you have trust issues when it comes to me, and you almost don't believe me!?" He said irritably, keeping his gaze straight ahead while driving.
"Okay, okay, I get it! Chill, okay?" I said to him, trying to calm the situation, fearing he might get angry and not help me talk to Mr. Stevans.
We're currently en route to Sy Corp, and my brother Jeffrey is accompanying me as it was decided that Mr. Stevens, one of his business associates, would visit at my brother's request.
"Mommy? Are we almost there?" an impatient voice beside me asked.
