The imposing entrance of the Hendrick Mansion welcomed a black and luxurious looking limousine, its engine coming to a stop right outside the building. A figure, dressed completely in black, exited from the front seat. He then strode purposefully to the rear of the vehicle and opened the back door with a practiced ease.
"We're here, sir," the man addressed Jimmy Crawford with a respectful bow. Mr. Crawford stepped out of the limousine, his expression a mixture of fear and nervousness. With a friendly pat on the man's shoulder, he replied, "Thank you, Alex."
Alex, the chauffeur, offered a nod of acknowledgment in response, flashing a genuine smile. He then quickly returned to the driver's seat, and the limousine pulled away, leaving Crawford standing before the Hendrick Mansion with a troubled expression.
'I guess it's time, huh…' Jimmy thought to himself as he patted on his chest. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest like a drum.
