The Medena chauffeur took them to the airport alone.
A chauffeur opened the door to a town car waiting at the curb nearest her apartment building.
The chauffeur drove them straight to the hill.
Neither spoke, and the chauffeur took them north, instead of south towards home.
Her father's car and chauffeur were waiting.
The edge in his voice made her hasten her step, and she followed the chauffeur carrying her trunk into a small room.