Caged Between The CEO And His Son

I must concentrate and work hard in my studies if I hope to maintain my scholarship, go to Harvard or Princeton, and pursue my dream of being a screenwriter.

It's going to change my life.

We finally arrive in New York City after several hours. I got out of the train station with my mother. We carried our suitcases as we made our way to the side of the road.

I felt strange right away.

Oh no. The new environmental phobia is the cause. As I gazed at the congested roads with cars traveling at an amazing pace, I gave myself a nervous embrace.

"Whoo!" We're here, baby," murmured Mom with joy.

As I suffered the pressure I was experiencing, I forced a grin.

"We need to board a taxi to this address." With a piece of paper in her hand, Mum said.

I exhaled and gave myself a tight hug, turning my head away from her.

"Are you okay, baby?" I had to look at her when she asked.

"Is your anxiety returning? Do you want me to give you your prescription? Before I could respond, she inquired while searching through her purse.

"No, Mother. I'm all right.

"No, sweetie, you must take some medicine. You fainting on me is not what I want. "You know," she replied, still looking through her purse, "we are in New York.

I stared ahead of her and sighed. I noticed a yellow taxi slowly making its way toward us.

When I remarked, "Mum, a taxi is coming," she turned to face me.

"Oh, taxi!" Ignoring the drugs, she screamed.

Thank heavens.

The cab pulled up directly in front of us.

"Where to, ma'am?" The cabbie inquired.

Mum leaned toward the window of the passenger seat.

My mother added, "Richard Estate, please," which caused me to furrow my brows.

Richard Estate, did she just say that?

"That will be five hundred dollars for both of you," he replied. My eyes went a little wide.

"What?" Mom lost her temper.

"Five hundred, ma'am." The driver kept up.

Mom gave me a look. I gave a headshake.

"Five hundred?" To me, she whispered.

"It is really expensive," I whispered to her in a whisper.

"Aren't you going, ma'am?" The driver demanded our attention and requested. Mother bent toward the window.

"We have three hundred dollars." "Mum told him. "

"No, can't do, ma'am." He said, placing his hand on the wheel and moving a bit, but Mum stopped him.

"Alright, we will go." She said, heading towards the backseat door.

"But Mum," I shouted, rushing toward her. "Do we have five hundred?" I whispered.

"Yes, baby, get in." She remarked, opening the door for me. I gave her a suspicious look.

"Are you sure, Mum?" Once more, I whispered. She started to say something, but

"Can you please get in?" The driver inquired. "I don't have all day."

"Yes, indeed. Apologies. We're going inside." "Please get in," my mother urged. She joined after me and shut the door. We were driven away by him.

"Mum,"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"You said Richard Estate," "I said."

"Yes, "I did," she said.

"But that's our last name," "I said."

"Yes, sweetheart. The estate is owned by your father," "she said.