Write a short story about a kidnapping from the point of view of the kidnapper

Money makes people do strange things; for a start, it makes them want to spend most of their lives pursing it and only taking off the yoke of such a vulgar pursuit when they are no longer considered fit for purpose. Why go through all that bother to simply end the pursuit only when one can not enjoy the spoils? Even when I was a kid I saw all these people with glum faces and found it unimaginable that I would end up like that. But at 35, I have to say that my younger self would be ashamed that I ’ ve waited this long to even contemplate making a one big payday and setting off on the road, to Milan, to Rome to Singapore, to anywhere but here. 
 
 Intelligence is not something that I have ever been associated with, but I was a well-mannered child and a mild mannered man, which is what lead me to becoming a chauffeur. I ‘ m not even considered as a person most of the time, a mere automaton, I ’ m sure a lot of people have gotten in and out of that car without remembering that there was a journey in between. It didn ’ t take me long to realize that this was an advantage that I could exploit. What I ’ ve heard and seen needed to be capitalized upon and I knew just the target. 
 
 The mayor is the most duplicitous person I have ever met. Whenever people hear that I drive him around and take him to all of his functions I ’ m always asked if he is really as nice as he seems on TV. I do answer in the affirmative, I don ’ t mention the hookers or prostitutes or that I ’ ve installed a microphone and hidden cameras in the car. 
 It took a few years to earn his trust and I did have a pep talk the first time we picked up a woman who was not his wife. Sure, he tips generously, but he is a millionaire, if he wasn ’ t drunk or high he would spend more time driving one of his Ferraris. He ’ s boasted about his millions many times so now it is time for me to see what he values more, his family or his money. 
 
 With all his debauchery it ’ s little wonder that he pays me handsomely to drive his daughter to her practices and lessons. So this fine afternoon I took a little detour before feigning a breakdown in a secluded road. She got out of the car like the good little girl she is and didn ’ t struggle when I tied her up and put her in the trunk. I drove down to this little cabin out of town by the lake and made the call. I said. “ I have your daughter, if you don ’ t drop off three million dollars in cash she is dead and if you go to the cops she is dead and all the shit that you have done, remember? Well, that is all going to be released to the press because I have it all on tape. I don ’ t care that you know who this is, you ’ re a smart man, I ’ m giving you 24 hours. I will text you the location, and if it is not there this shit happens and I vanish, you ’ re the one who has to decide how this all goes down. ” 
 
 And now we wait. 

