Rain-washed Frankfurt breathed crisp and fresh as a sapphire sports car zipped through the streets. Behind the wheel, a sunglasses-clad man with wind-tousled hair looked every bit the heartthrob, his long locks dancing in the breeze.
The car purred to a stop outside VibeX HQ, where Dontaz had been chewing his nails raw. Spotting Oded's ride at last, he practically tripped over himself rushing forward.
"Jesus, dude, where the hell were you?" Dontaz exploded, mopping his brow. "Avalie was about to call the cops! Your phone's been dead all night!"
Oded stepped out like he had all the time in the world. "What's the fire?" he drawled, eyeing the mud splatters on his pristine car with distaste. A button click, a careless toss—his keys arced toward Dontaz.
"Fire? JR Group's 9 AM meeting is no
