Female Driver Caught Her Boss Cheating, Teaming up with His Wife They Take Revenge – Story of the Day

After catching her sexist boss with his mistress, a female driver teams up with his wife, and together, they decide to teach him a harsh lesson.

Taylor nervously clutched the steering wheel of her assigned SUV. Today was her first day as a driver for Mr. Reynolds.

As Mr. Reynolds got in the back seat with a briefcase in hand, Taylor greeted him. But Mr. Reynolds's face contorted in disgust when he saw her.

"A lady driver? I was told there would be a driver. And I expected a man. Not a woman! Turn around, turn around!" he barked.

Taylor, her smile faltering, turned around. "Hello, sir. My name is Taylor...and I'm your new driver. The agency—"

"Cut it, lady!" he interrupted. "I need no woman driver. Your application didn't mention you were a woman. I thought Taylor was a man!"

"It did, sir," Taylor maintained a polite smile. "It's a unisex name. Maybe you overlooked the gender part on the application form."

Mr. Reynolds, enraged, demanded she leave the car.

Taylor's eyes welled up with tears. "No, no...no, sir. Please!" she stammered.

But Mr. Reynolds stormed out of the car and beckoned her to leave.

Taylor, heartbroken, stepped out of the car and approached Mr. Reynolds.

"What are you waiting for? Do I have to tell you to give me the goddamn keys?" he spat.

"Mr. Reynolds, please, give me a chance," Taylor pleaded. "I need this job. I have a little son at home. I'm a single mother. Please, be a little considerate."

But Mr. Reynolds was unmoved. "That's not my problem. Listen, you're wasting my time. I'm calling a cab for me...and you can go home or wherever you want. Just...out of my sight!" He gritted his teeth and snatched the keys from her.

"Sir, I'm not new to driving. I drive really well...I can prove it to you…please, just give me a chance."

Mr. Reynolds scoffed. "I'm not so sure about that. I can't entrust my life to a female driver! Why don't you do something else instead? Something that suits you? Like housekeeping, or…no, wait...I know something even better! Why not get a job as a waitress or barmaid where you can wear these short skirts and show off your legs!"

He checked her out, grinning.

"I suppose you have nice long legs under those stockings! Now, quit wasting my time. I'm getting late! Goodbye!" he snarled and left.

But Taylor chased him. "Mr. Reynolds, please wait. I really need this job. Please...give me one chance."

He halted and glared at her. "I don't care! It's not my problem. I won't risk my life with a woman driver!"

"Look, even if you hail a cab, you won't make it on time. The cabbie might be late, and he'll take time figuring out the route! I'm the only one who can get you there," she explained.

Mr. Reynolds realized she was right. "Okay, but if I'm not pleased, you're fired!" he warned her.

Taylor grabbed the keys and got behind the wheel. But her problems were far from over.

"You're going at a turtle's speed. I've got no time. Hurry up, will you?"

Ignoring him, Taylor accelerated to sixty miles per hour. When he asked her to stop, she couldn't hear him due to the noise from the engine and other vehicles' honking.

"I said stop right here, lady. Are you deaf?" he hissed as the car stopped.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reynolds…I didn't hear you," she apologized.

"I'm gonna be in a meeting for about half an hour. Wait for me here. Just be here, alright, babe?"

BABE? Taylor raised a brow but didn't comment on Mr. Reynolds' inappropriate address.

15 minutes later, Taylor, hungry and tired, found Mr. Reynolds' phone beeping in the backseat. As she picked it up, she noticed a slew of notifications.

"Where are you?" read the first message an hour ago.

"It's our anniversary," read another, followed by, "I'm packing and leaving...I mean it."

Shocked, Taylor realized Mr. Reynolds was married and that today was his wedding anniversary. She decided to deliver the phone to him.

Entering the building's lobby, Taylor asked a janitor if he'd seen Mr. Reynolds because she had no idea where he was.

"... A man in a blue suit and white shirt...and peppered stubble walking by here? He came here, like, twenty minutes ago. I need to give him this phone urgently."

"Mr. Reynolds?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"He's on the sixth floor. Apartment 609," the janitor said.

Taylor rushed to the flat, panting and nervous, and knocked.

"Yes?" a woman's voice appeared from behind the door.

"I'm here to see Mr. Reynolds!" Taylor replied.

The door opened, revealing a young woman wearing just a bedsheet.

Confused, Taylor said, "I'm Mr. Reynolds' new driver."

Inside, she saw Mr. Reynolds buttoning his shirt. He ordered her to wait in the car, quickly grabbed his phone, and called his wife. Taylor noticed he lied to the woman about a critical 'work' call.

"Do you want some coffee or water?" Madison, the woman, offered Taylor.

Taylor politely declined while watching Mr. Reynolds lie to his wife on the phone.

"Sugar, listen, don't jump to conclusions…"

As the call ended, Mr. Reynolds, embarrassed that Taylor knew his secret now, ordered her to wait in the car before heading inside and slamming the apartment door in her face.

Taylor would've left already if the door hadn't been ajar, giving her a glimpse into more of Mr. Reynolds' double life.

"Sugar, I'm sorry, but I have to go!" he told Madison.

"You always do this, Ray! Please, not today. I wanted to spend the whole day with you!"

Mr. Reynolds wrapped his arms around Madison. "Maybe you can send me some pictures later tonight? But please, don't text me until I say so coz I might have some important late-night work calls, alright?"

They were about to kiss when they noticed Taylor.

"I asked you to leave! Go start the car and wait for me!" Mr. Reynolds yelled at her.

Taylor nodded and hurried away. Five minutes later, Mr. Reynolds confronted Taylor in the car, frustrated at her intrusion.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reynolds. I didn't mean to. You had left your phone in the car. I read those message notifications from your wife and..."

"Damn! You read the messages on my phone?"

"I didn't read the messages on your phone, sir. I just tapped on the notification and saw only four messages. And your phone was locked, so don't worry. I didn't see anything else. And I would never do that!"

Mr. Reynolds instructed Taylor to speed up the journey home. As she drove, he was getting impatient.

"Ten minutes, lady, or you're fired!" he ordered her at one point.

Taylor nodded and immediately pulled over. She had an idea.

"Are you crazy? DRIVE, you fool! We're running late!"

Taylor got out of the car and asked him to do the same.

"Why are you fixing the car now? It was running fine. What is wrong with you?"

"Roll up your sleeves," Taylor instructed him. Perplexed, he obeyed.

"Hold this!" she handed him an oily wire. "Hold it with both your hands!"

Later, they arrived at Mr. Reynolds' apartment.

"Is that your wife?" Taylor asked, pointing at a woman with luggage in the parking lot.

Mr. Reynolds nodded quietly. Taylor exited the car and hurried over to the woman, introducing herself as the driver and explaining that they had car trouble. The oil and grease on Mr. Reynolds' hands only made he story more believable.

"Is that true, Jacob?" Elise turned to her husband.

"Of course, Sugar."

"Thank goodness!" Elise chuckled. "You know, I was already imagining nasty things. I'm glad you finally showed up!"

"Thank you for understanding, Mrs. Reynolds. And happy anniversary!" Taylor said.

"Wait a sec...how do you know today's my wedding anniversary...?" Before Elise could finish, Mr. Reynolds chimed in.

"Ah, I told her on our way. I had to tell her why I was in a rush to head home to see my lovely wife!"

Elise smiled. "Thanks for the wishes, Taylor. Jacob, shall we go wash up and maybe order some food?"

"Sounds great, Sugar. Let's go! And I can't wait to—"

"By the way, I wanted to borrow your car for tomorrow," Elise said. "You know I don't know how to drive...so can your lovely driver give me a ride to the bookshop and the salon?"

"Ah, it's my pleasure, babe. Why not? Anything for you."

"Wonderful! Okay, see you tomorrow then, Taylor."

As Taylor left, Mr. Reynolds rushed back to her, whispering, "Listen, I want you to pretend we're talking about an important business meeting. This stays between us...I want you to book a limo in two days and pick me up a block away from my office.

"One more thing...you'd mostly spend your day with my wife tomorrow. If she asks anything, your answer is 'No!' alright? She'll try different ways to churn out things from you. Remember, I'm the one who's paying you. NOW DON'T FORGET THE TIME, OKAY?" he yelled before leaving as if they had talked about a business meeting.

Taylor picked up Elise the following day, but Elise was in no mood for a day out. Instead, she wanted to uncover her husband's secrets. She knew Mr. Reynolds was cheating on her.

"So tell me, where was he yesterday?" she asked Taylor.

Taylor sighed and told her everything. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Reylonds..."

Elise smiled. "Please call me Elise," she said. "I knew something was wrong when I heard a woman's voice over the call. I have heard the same voice multiple times. You know, Taylor, just like you have a son, I have a daughter—"

"Elise, there's something else I wanted to tell you."

"Yes?"

"Last night, Mr. Reynolds asked me to book a limo in his name...to pick him up a block from his office the day after tomorrow."

"So this was the so-called 'important' client meeting he was bragging about? Interesting! He also told me he would be late after this corporate party following the meeting."

"Thanks, Taylor! Listen, I've got a plan!"

Two days later...

Madison and Mr. Reynolds were getting all cozy in the limo. Madison wanted to go wedding shopping, but Mr. Reynolds suggested they could talk about better things, like a trip.

Madison blushed as Mr. Reynolds squeezed her thigh, instructing Taylor to start the car and close the window separating the front from the back.

But while Mr. Reynolds was busy flirting with Madison, the car suddenly stopped. Elise, his wife, got in.

"Ray, who is she?" Madison turned to Mr. Reynolds.

"Driver, we can go!" Elise said.

Mr. Reynolds turned pale and started stammering, calling Madison a 'friend.'

Elise scoffed as she pulled out a hidden camera, revealing their activities had been recorded.

Mr. Reynolds now showed his true colors. "I'll pay my lawyers threefold to escape this mess, Elise! You can't prove anything!"

Elise smiled. "They are MY lawyers, Jacob! I'd pay them threefold just to get me out of this mess! You're bankrupt! I was planning your downfall for two years! You think I didn't know anything?"

Elise turned to a shocked Madison. "So, how long has he been lying to you? How many weeks old is your relationship with him?"

"Two months."

"His record is three, right Jacob? But trust me, darling...the ending has always been the same!"

Elise tossed a file containing more proof of Mr. Reynolds' infidelity and fraud into his lap. His accounts were frozen, and Elise told him she'd send him divorce papers soon. Madison, who now realized what a womanizer and cheat Jacob was, agreed she would testify against Mr. Reynolds in court.

Elise then kicked him out of the car. He pleaded for her forgiveness, but she didn't budge.

However, Taylor did roll down the window for a minute. She looked at him from top to bottom, the way he had looked at her while objectifying her not too long ago. "I want you to remember that a lady driver turned your life upside down."

The limousine disappeared into traffic as Mr. Reynolds watched, stranded on the road.

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