The next day came quickly. Arthur was working in the police station with his commissioner, Robert, beside him. Robert, always the practical one, asked, “Should we take my car or yours?”
Arthur chuckled softly. “Well, considering I’m a billionaire, I suppose driving in a cop car is a bit… unusual, isn’t it?”
Robert grinned at Arthur's lightheartedness. “You’ve got a point. Let’s take mine.” They walked together toward Robert’s sleek police car, which gleamed in the morning sun.
Once inside, Robert turned to Arthur, his expression suddenly serious. “So, do you have a girlfriend now?”
Arthur looked at Robert, surprised to see a softer look on his usually stern face. “Her name is Georgiana,” he replied, a smile creeping onto his face.
“Is this something serious?” Robert asked, raising an
