When Zane Fletcher arrived, he saw Summer Lancaster sitting alone on the front steps, spacing out.
"Young Madam, the President sent me to pick you up," Zane Fletcher said respectfully. 'Kenneth Yates must have already told him about our relationship.'
"Can you take me home first, and then go to the office?"
"Of course, Young Madam. Please get in. I'll be your personal driver for the next few days." Summer Lancaster got in the car, and they headed to Veridian Community.
"Fletcher, does Kenneth Yates treat you well?"
Zane Fletcher, who was driving, froze. He didn't know what to say. 'What does she mean by asking that?'
"He's alright, I guess." 'In reality, Kenneth Yates works him to the bone. He often disappears right before important meetings, leaving me to clean up the mess. He even makes me work overtime outside of office hours—without any overtime pay!'
