Chapter 34: The Estate Party

Amia whispered, "Mr. President, why did you say that?" Steve paused, realizing he didn't really know why he had said that. Perhaps he didn't want Amia to think he was a playboy. Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Amia quickly suggested, "Mr. President, the park management has sent me the revised plans. I can go over to the park and check them out." Steve waved her off, "I’m aware. I’ve already sent Marilyn to handle it. I need you to accompany me somewhere later." Amia was puzzled. There were no meetings or trips scheduled for today, so where could Steve be taking her? In the afternoon, Steve led Amia to his underground garage, where all his luxury cars were parked—each worth millions. Amia instinctively walked over to a black Mercedes, ready to open the door. This was the car Steve often used, so Amia assumed he was planning to go somewhere. "Not that one, this one," Steve said, pointing to a green sports car. "But... I don’t know how to drive that," Amia admitted with a bitter s