"Out in front of Central Hospital."
Given the traffic, it would only take him a little over ten minutes to get there from his office.
I waited for half an hour, pacing nervously and checking my watch. Finally, Jeremiah's BMW appeared, cutting through the honking cars. To my surprise, Monica was sitting in the passenger seat—the one that used to be mine. Jeremiah got out and unlocked the rear door. When he saw me standing there unmoving, his face hardened into a scowl. He rolled down the window and said impatiently, "What are you doing standing there? Get in the car!"
I glanced coldly at Monica, who was sitting in the front with a self-satisfied smirk. Jeremiah's irritation was palpable. "I just dropped Monica off. She’s not feeling well, so I let her sit in the front. Does that bother you?"
Monica, with exaggerated politeness, reached for her seatbelt but didn’t actually unfasten it. "Oh, sorry Joanna, I forgot this is your seat. I’ll move to the back," she said, her tone dripping with insincerity. I sneered at her pretense and opened the back door.
"No need. If you want to stay in the front, go ahead. And if you like Jeremiah, I can step aside for you."