“I need some fresh air.”
In the car, I couldn't stop thinking about that obnoxious woman. I asked Nives, my driver, to pull over. Once outside, I headed toward a nearby city park, grateful for a chance to clear my mind.
Two warriors trailed me but stayed at a respectful distance. I reminded them not to draw attention. As I strolled through the park, I found an empty, freshly painted white bench and sat down, letting the familiar sights soothe me.
It had been a long time since I’d left the mansion, and the memories hit me unexpectedly. I recalled the days I’d drive to the park after my pizza deliveries, unwinding on a bench as I watched kids skateboarding and little girls coaxing their fathers for sweets. Those small moments brightened my mood, and I’d sip lemonade while managing order l
