As James drove through the winding roads of Beverly Hills, the soft sound of the Lexus LS500's engine created a calming ambiance in the otherwise quiet night.
The streetlamps cast gentle halos on the pavement, painting golden arcs on the hood of his car.
The digital dashboard glowed softly, displaying the numbers smooth and clean.
James felt good — tired, yes, but satisfied. The week has been very productive. After he came back from Cook Islands, everything was moving according to plan.
The following moment, his phone began to ring.
A quick glance at the center console screen showed an unknown number lighting up the screen.
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. With a flick of his finger, he answered the call through the car's hands-free system.
"Hello, Mr. Zolomon?" a female voice asked, clear and professional.
"Speaking. Who might this be?" James asked calmly, keeping his eyes on the road.
