A black car rushed through the highway toward the airport at one sunny afternoon. But soon, it slowed down and entered a languid pace, even though there was no traffic in sight.
"Hah--so what if I'm a little late?" the driver grumbled. "Pete told me she didn't even scold him when he was an hour late in the past."
The driver was late, extremely so. He was supposed to be at the arrival gate when he was busy grumbling behind the wheel. The man didn't even have a solid reason for it--he was simply overslept while taking a nap. A normal family driver would be worried about their future employment if they were ever a minute late to pick up a daughter of the family head, but this man was very much at ease.
