Olive walked out of the building towards his motorbike.
His shirt was tailored perfectly to hug his body, and as usual, he left it tucked into his neatly pressed pants. He folded the arms of his shirt and swung his leg over the bike to sit down.
He wore his helmet and rotated the handlebars as he turned the engine on. The sound of the motorbike reverberated, and with a soft pat on the gray-colored bag strapped to the back of the bike, he drove off onto the road and sped off toward Natasha's estate.
Constantly, Olive would check his wristwatch, monitoring how long it would take him to get there.
Twenty to thirty minutes passed by…
Olive slowed down the motorbike. He lifted his eyes and glanced at the sprawling property that spanned across acres of meticulously manicured gardens.
