Just outside the restaurant's main entry ..
A black car stopped, Bugatti's La Voiture Noire. The driver, Robin, unlocked the door of the gleaming black luxury sports car, a majestic vehicle and a prized possession of Wang, that stood out in a row of smaller luxury cars - far more economical than the one, Wang possessed. The driver got out of his seat, hastily walked towards the back seat door and opened it.
The car door opened, and from behind dark tinted windows and a shiny door, stepped our Mr. Wang.
Robin had been Mr. Wang's driver for the past two years now. He is fifty-one years old, tall and lanky with a chiseled jaw and grey-blue eyes. His Irish brogue made everything sound like it would have a punch line. He had driven Hollywood executives, B-list actors and world-famous celebrities. And now, he drove one of the most powerful men on this planet, Mr. Wang.
