Author’s point of view
Seated in elegance, his legs were crossed with his face jutted out in front, his hands were rested on his neat muscled thigh, his gaze focused out on the road his car moved on.
The man seated in front of the wheel controlling it stretched a phone to the other dread-looking man seated opposite him. The latter took the phone before stretching it at Richard with his head bowed.
He collected back his asset, glancing down at the screen to see it was an address sent to him by a private number. He showed the driver the address, and connecting from the lane they’re driving towards it can be deduced they’re on their way to the sent address.
Richard’s face was void and absent of emotions, making it hard to read his feelings or thoughts through his expression. The stoici
