The night descended, the sky gradually darkening as the emerging darkness slowly devoured the entire city.
The office towers were still brightly lit, neon lights weaving between the buildings like countless glowing fireflies.
When Serena Stanton walked out, skirting the revolving door, the driver sent by Jasper Grant was already waiting for her.
"Miss Stanton, President Grant asked me to pick you up."
"Okay."
She responded softly, settled into the deep brown leather seat, and relaxed against the backrest.
On the road, the evening rush hour traffic crawled sluggishly, adding ten extra minutes to the usual drive.
At first, Serena leaned into the seat and closed her eyes to rest. Later, she woke up halfway and, bored, pulled out her phone to reply to messages.
By the time she finished handling her unread notifications, they were nearly at the gated villas.
