Variety’s fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel as she navigated the quiet streets, the hum of the car’s engine blending with the rhythmic beat of her pulse. The air in the car was thick with anticipation, a sharp contrast to the calm evening outside. The headlights illuminated the empty road ahead, casting long shadows on the pavement.
She glanced to her right, her gaze falling on Knight, her boss, slumped in the passenger seat. His head rested against the window, his sharp, chiseled features softened by unconsciousness. His usual commanding presence, the sharpness in his eyes, the unshakable aura of control—gone. He looked vulnerable, peaceful even, in a way that Variety had never seen before. A small, almost wicked smile played on her lips.
“If only you knew,” she thought, gla
