Just as I was debating how to get back, a limited-edition Ferrari pulled up in front of me.
The man in the car rolled down the window, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Get in. You won't be able to catch a taxi around here, y'know."
I glanced down at my watch and got into the passenger seat.
When we were still one kilometer away from my rental apartment, I asked him to pull over at the bus stop.
"Ivy, if you ever need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask me."
I waved at him without saying a word.
Before I retired, I was a legend in the industry, with a bunch of fanboys following me.
Damien Whitmore, the guy who gave me the documents at the coffee shop this morning, was one of them.
Before I even reached my front door, I got a call from Sebastian.
"Hon
