“Pullover.” She said while looking outside from the window with thoughts hovering all around her.

“Pullover? Ma’am it’s dark out here and quite a late hour!” Chauffeur suggested.

“Pullover. And do not ever again get behind the wheel.” She was agitated. “Wonder who had put you there at first place!” Agnes mumbled.

Chauffeur looked for the vacant space by the road and pulled over. He was right. It was late, dark and probably not safe. This was his first day at Agnes’s way of things. He was cautioned by his superiors about many things he must be avoiding yet out of humanity, maybe it just came out of him. It was one of those chilli winter nights he would have preferred to sit by some fire. He just realised sweat coming down from one side of his forehead. He just hoped Agnes would let this go, after all this was his first time.

She stepped out of shiny as mirror, egg white Continental Flying Spur from Bentley. She took a little stroll by the sideway covered in long winter coat. It seemed like this was her nirvana place, she looked relaxed and in peace. The chilli wintery wind seemed nothing less than some sort of energy to her. She slid her hand in the pocket of the coat, took out her companion of the midnight. She would not mind few puffs in this moon-lit midnight by the road. She looked down, with a smirk on her face, walked towards the car and knocked the window.

“Light.” She said while staring at other side of the road.

“Light, ma’am? I don’t smoke while dri.. actually I don’t smoke at all. I don’t have a lighter ma’am.” Now he was stammering and sweating at a same time. He had never been this nervous before in his entire nineteen years of life.

“Why the fuck I care? I want a lighter. And why you are even here? Who the fuck send you? Give me the LIGHTER.” She looked at chauffeur once at the last and her stare split him in two!

Chauffeur looked down and jumbled whole dashboard. If only I could find a lighter, I’ll live one more life he thought. Lighter, lighter for god sake, no no for my own sake, where the fuck you are?” He was mumbling.

“Right beneath the audio.” She said and squeezed the cigarette.

“Yes. YES! Here’s it is ma’am. I am so sorry, I, I had no clue. I got this ma’am, I got this. He passed the lighter to her. Lighter is always going to be beneath the audio.” He mumbled through.

Agnes snatched the lighter and started walking towards a milestone some 15-20 feet away. She took its support and lit the other cigarette. Just like before, she looked so much in harmony with this chilli wintery night.

“Put a legend in my time song, will you? And put it in repeat.” She yelled from the milestone while starring at the stars.

“If heartaches brought fame in love’s crazy game, I’d be a legend in my time. If they gave gold stauettes for tears and regrets, I’d be a legend in my time.”

Agnes looked at the car in surprise. It was just snap of time and the song was started playing. How such a dumb did this, she wondered. On other side, in the car chauffeur was thanking in tons to the God that he got the right song straight away! Where’s the repeat thing in this shitty car audio? How do I do this? He was talking to himself. I have time till the song finishes, he told to himself. Just when he found a way to put a song in repeat, surprisingly, there was no other songs at all! What she wants? Why pissing me off? He thought.

It was half past three in the morning and they were half an hour away from her mansion. She had smoked almost a dozen so far and chauffeur was fighting hard against dizziness he was feeling because of sleep but then just when he surrendered to it, he felt someone yelled at him.

“Drive home.” She yelled.

It was going to be an awkward half an hour drive for chauffeur. He had so many thoughts going on in his mind. He was regretting this job, he wanted to ask Agnes something, he wanted to apologies! Most of all, he wanted to sleep.

“Ma’am may I ask you a question? It just slipped from his mouth when Agnes push the door open and was about to step out. She was in shock. Question? A bloody chauffeur? A new fucking bloody chauffeur? She wanted to slam her with the huge antique statue placed right in the center of the lush green lawn. She starred at him, unmoved, her head was so still.

“We are leaving at 7 in the morning, sharp fucking 7!” She slammed the door so hard that chauffeur felt its impact. It was 4.17 in the morning and starting the day again at 7 put chauffeur in the hole! He decided to sleepover in the car while wondering about Agnes.

“You look wasted. Did you even sleep?” Agnes asked him in anger. She detests unprofessional behaviour, she always has.

“I did ma’am. I live far from your place and would not be able to come back in time if I had gone to my home. I slept well, thank you for your concern.” He said with utmost polite.

Agnes did not utter a word and kept herself occupied in the file she had. Chauffeur wanted to ask her something despite being slammed with yells and angers by her. He was quite a characteristic person. He wasn’t brave but a curious fellow. He drove for little over an hour before reaching.

“Manage yourself by 2 in the noon, we shall be going back by then. Wash your face at least. You are Agnes’s chauffeur. Idiot.” She said while setting documents in order.

It was again a dull, boring drive back to Agnes’s mansion for the chauffeur. She was all drawn in reading figures and noting something down. No doubt a rich lady, chauffeur thought.

“Ma’am we are here.” He said.

“Ma’am?” He asked cautiously.

“What is it?” She asked, still looking at the figures.

“There’s no other song in the audio and yet you wanted it to put on repeat?” He just went on with his words and asked out. He knew this could be his last question but he couldn’t help his curiosity.

“That’s because everything, here in, gets repeated only if Agnes wants. Be it the only scotch, breathe, man or a fucking song.” Her politeness was more horrifying than her anger.

“What is your name?” She asked while stepping out of the car.

“Ma’am..!” Chauffeur hesitated telling his name, thinking she will get rid of him.

“Your fucking name, chauffeur?” She shouted so intensely, everyone in the garden, door guy and people walking by stood still.

“Ha.. Harry. Harry Brown.” He put together enough words to tell his name.