Fake Taxi - Kristine Apr 2026

Interior of a black cab. Hidden cameras are rolling. The driver, "Alex," picks up a woman in a sharp business suit near a financial district.

I don’t want your cash. I want you to relax. You’re about to combust. When’s the last time someone took care of you ?

Rough day?

(Adjusting her hair, smiling) I still made the meeting. Barely. My stockings were ruined, though. Had to present in bare feet. (Laughs) Did I regret it? Ask me after the bonus hits. Fake Taxi - Kristine

(Laughs bitterly) You have no idea. My taxi canceled, my co-presenter called in sick, and now my heel is broken. (She kicks off a shoe.) I’m about two seconds from just… walking into the Thames.

No. But you said you wanted a shortcut. Sometimes you have to… renegotiate the terms.

(Arms crossed) Look, I don’t have cash for a scam. I have a corporate card and zero patience. Interior of a black cab

(Glances in rearview mirror) Where to, love?

Fake Taxi – Kristine

This isn’t Canary Wharf.

Fake Taxi – "Sometimes the best route isn't on the map." Note: This piece is written as a fictional narrative homage to a specific adult series format. It contains implied adult themes and is intended for mature audiences only.

(Unbuckling her seatbelt) If I’m late, I’m telling your boss.