Ethan
I got into the car without haste. Maybe with a little... The driver closed the door with that dry and definitive sound that I had always liked; order, finality, continuity. I settled into the back seat and loosened the knot of my tie just barely. The event was generally over. Everything had gone well. There was nothing else to do there, from one moment to the next I just wanted to leave.
"Home, sir?" the driver asked from the front.
I nodded, without looking at him.
"Yes."
I kept looking out, but I stopped torturing my eyes and looked straight ahead. The engine started smoothly, but we were not moving forward yet. The traffic in front of the place was still dense. Luxury cars coming and going, lights, reflections on the wet asphalt at night.
I rested my elbow on the armrest and
