"The navigation has ended." The voice prompt from the phone docked on the bike rang out.
At the sound, Calista smoothly reached for her phone, unlocked it, and took it off the dock. She tucked it into her coat pocket without a second thought.
Next, she bent down and grabbed the chain lock from the bike basket. With practiced hands, she slid it through the bike wheel and frame, and with a click, the lock snapped shut.
Straightening her dress, Calista walked toward the entrance.
The security guard at the door didn't miss the scene. With a sneer, he called out, "Delivery guy? This is a private event. No outsiders allowed."
Calista frowned, about to speak up, but just then, the sound of an engine roaring interrupted. A limited-edition Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly pulled up.
The car door op
