I don’t want your cash. I want you to relax. You’re about to combust. When’s the last time someone took care of you ?
Fake Taxi – "Sometimes the best route isn't on the map." Note: This piece is written as a fictional narrative homage to a specific adult series format. It contains implied adult themes and is intended for mature audiences only.
(Flustered, clutching a briefcase) Just over to Canary Wharf. And please… step on it. My meeting started ten minutes ago. I swear, if I miss this pitch…
(Unbuckling her seatbelt) If I’m late, I’m telling your boss. Fake Taxi - Kristine
Tell you what. I know a shortcut. Gets you there in eight minutes. But it’s a private route. Not on the meter.
(Pauses, then sighs) Fine. I don’t care anymore. Just get me there.
(Arms crossed) Look, I don’t have cash for a scam. I have a corporate card and zero patience. I don’t want your cash
This isn’t Canary Wharf.
(Reaching back) I am the boss.
(Laughs bitterly) You have no idea. My taxi canceled, my co-presenter called in sick, and now my heel is broken. (She kicks off a shoe.) I’m about two seconds from just… walking into the Thames. When’s the last time someone took care of you
(Adjusting her hair, smiling) I still made the meeting. Barely. My stockings were ruined, though. Had to present in bare feet. (Laughs) Did I regret it? Ask me after the bonus hits.
(Suspicious, but desperate) How private?
(Quietly) That’s not why I got in this cab.
Rough day?