Ashley sat in the backseat of the car with her arms crossed.
Her eyes were narrowed in thought, and her finger tapped impatiently against her arm.
She wasn't sure whether the traffic was irritating her or if she was driving herself crazy over a memory from the past that had resurfaced today.
Meanwhile, Gustav occupied the front passenger seat.
Every now and then, he glanced at the back, slightly concerned.
Not that he minded.
Whatever had put Ashley in such a foul mood had also made her incredibly productive.
She had stopped complaining and started working like a machine.
At one point, she had even barged into his office and challenged him to give her more work.
How the tides had turned.
Khan, seated behind the wheel, checked the rearview mirror.
Since Ashley was temporarily acting as Don while Lucian focused on his recovery, there had been a few structural changes.
For one, Red and Khan now took turns accompanying her.
