Calling the Shots

"Where to?" Beatrice looked suspicious, planning to open the back door of the car and sit behind Nathaniel.

Nathaniel interrupted her, "Do you think I'm your driver?"

"No, absolutely not." Beatrice quickly waved her hand. "You're my boss, how could I dare?"

She really didn't dare. She had actually been debating whether to sit in the front passenger seat or the back.

"Sit in the front," Nathaniel s