Man, Caden loved this car. With a top speed of 210 mph, the sleek black Aston Martin DBS shot from 0-62 in 4.3 seconds flat. He itched to hit the pedal harder, test its worth out on the nearly deserted highway. The sweetest ride around, when it wasn’t stuck behind a piece-of-shit school bus. More proof that asshat Jerry was cheaper than air. Fortunately, Caden had caught on to the promoter’s tight-wadded ways in enough time to have his manager arrange for this sweet ride. A miracle worker, considering Harold had done it all from their home base in Nashville. Best business manager around. Not exactly the busiest one, though. Not since Caden had bid adios to his endless schedule of endorsements, appearances, and other trivial bullshit. Next up for Harold was terminating his contract with Ultimate American Male. That’d keep him busy for a spell. Caden ran the pads of his fingers over the leather steering wheel.
