(William’s POV)
It took about forty-five minutes for the car servicing to be completed. While I waited, I passed the time studying the stock chart of a bond I’d been tracking closely, one I intended to buy more of once the numbers aligned just right.
Not long after, the service manager approached. His gait was crisp, and his polite smile didn’t quite hide the subtle tension beneath an expression I’d come to recognize over the years. A mixture of nervousness and deference, the kind most people wore when dealing with someone carrying the Briggs name.
“Your car is ready, sir,” he said, holding out a clipboard with the day’s service summary. “We completed the diagnostics and replaced the air filters.
Also, flushed the transmission fluid, updated your engine oil, rotated the tires, and re
