Michael’s POV
When they returned, I dismissed my assistants, picked up the few things I needed from my desk, and walked out. The weight of the day pressed against my shoulders, each step across the quiet hallway heavier than the last. When I reached the elevator, I stepped inside, and the doors slid shut in front of me, enclosing me in silence as it carried me down to the parking lot.
My driver was already waiting. The familiar figure stepped forward to open the door for me, and I slid into the backseat without a word. The engine hummed to life, steady and low, as the car rolled out of the building.
Through the window, the city was alive. Neon lights spilled over the sidewalks, glowing against the faces of pedestrians. Vendors lingered at the roadside, calling out over small grills and
