The black sedan sliced through the streets , cutting through the traffic . The hum of the traffic filled the air , a symphony of urban life that underscored the pulse of the metropolis .
Inside the car was Anthony at his usual place . Next to him sat his secretary , Arun Kapadia while Mustafa had the wheel and on passenger seat was David .
Kapadia’s fingers typed away on the tablet as he briefed Anthony on the day’s schedule . “Sir , I thought you would like to know that the gathering you asked about is happening tomorrow .” His voice crisp and efficient .
Anthony leaned back in his seat , the leather upholstery was cool against his skin .
“It’s going to host some of the wealthiest businessmen and heirs from around the world ,” Kapadia said what he had learned . “They will be convergin
