At Utah Chauffeurs Premium Car Service, professionalism was key. Airport transfers, corporate travel, special events—every ride was executed with precision. But when an A-list celebrity vanished from the back of a luxury SUV mid-ride, even the most seasoned chauffeur started asking questions.
Max had seen it all—tech billionaires demanding exact room temperatures, politicians insisting on windows that tint at ‘presidential opacity’, and one client who refused to acknowledge Utah’s existence.
But nothing prepared him for Mr. R. Nova.
Nova wasn’t just a celebrity; he was THE celebrity. Movie star, musician, reality show judge, and part-time theoretical physicist, he was everywhere. Except, apparently, in this car.
Max had picked him up from Salt Lake City International Airport, a routine airport transfer, and was en route to his hotel for a special event.
Five minutes into the ride, Nova had leaned forward.
“Hey, man, ever feel like reality is… thinner than usual?”
Max had nodded professionally while adjusting the temperature to exactly 69°F, as per the VIP's request.
Nova had grinned, sighed, and then—
Vanished.
Max slammed the brakes. The Escalade was empty. The back seat? Pristine. Not a single trace of R. Nova.
His phone buzzed.
A new text from an unknown number:
"Drive. Don’t stop. Act normal. No time to explain."
Max, a man who delivered executives in blizzards without flinching, calmly put the car back in drive.
Then freaked out internally.
A second text arrived:
"Turn left. Now."
Max hesitated but obeyed.
Immediately, the world outside the car shifted.
The Wasatch Mountains flickered like a bad video game render. Pedestrians walked backward. A nearby Starbucks sign read 'BucksStar.'
Max gripped the wheel.
A third text:
"Almost there. Keep driving. If you see a talking squirrel, IGNORE IT."
Max cursed under his breath.
A squirrel jumped onto the hood.
"Hey, buddy! You look stressed. Wanna talk about your—"
Max floored it.
Another turn.
Everything snapped back to normal.
The city looked fine. The Starbucks was Starbucks again.
And sitting in the back seat, completely unfazed, was R. Nova.
He stretched, yawned, and adjusted his sunglasses.
“Man,” he said, “time is weird. Anyway, what were we talking about?”
Max’s eye twitched.
Nova smirked. “Bet you got questions.”
Max kept driving. “Nope.”
Nova grinned. “That’s why you’re the best, man.”
They arrived at the luxury hotel.
Nova stepped out, tossed Max a black Amex card, and winked. “Keep it. You earned it.”
Then, he was gone.
That night, Max checked his phone.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️“Incredible service! Smooth ride, handled interdimensional turbulence like a pro. Perfect for airport transfers, corporate travel, special events, and alternate reality detours. Would book again!”
Max sighed. Just another day at Utah Chauffeurs Premium Car Service.