Donald's POV
The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of the car, a colorful sight against the deep velvet of the night sky. The hum of the engine was a low, comforting drone, a steady beat accompanying the dull throb behind my eyes. It had been a long weekend, filled with the usual rounds of golf, strategy discussions disguised as casual banter, and far too many expensive drinks with a few key associates. Weekends were supposed to be a reprieve, but for me, they often felt like just another extension of the work week, albeit with slightly softer edges.
I was tired. Bone-weary, in fact. And definitely a few drinks past what I’d call ‘sober.’ Tipsy was a fair assessment. My mind felt a little fuzzy, thoughts drifting in and out like wisps of smoke. All I wanted was to step into my
