"I already called a ride."
"Cancel it, no big deal."
Frank stepped out of the car, grinning ear to ear, and grabbed my suitcase without waiting for a reply, tossing it into the trunk.
If he weren't driving a luxury car, passersby might've thought I was getting mugged.
Frank opened the back door for me.
"Hop in, no need to be shy. It's on our way."
I felt a flush of embarrassment—having an elder open my door was too much.
His warmth was hard to refuse, so I thanked him and slid into the car.
The moment I did, I spotted Alpha Gideon on the other side.
He wasn't dressed formally today—a light blue shirt, black pants, black shoes, no tie but with gleaming cufflinks. Bathed in the soft, blue-tinted light filtering through the tinted windows, he exuded a crisp, regal aura.
"Morning," I
