Finally, after a while of riding in silence, Eman eventually brought the car to a stop at the mansion's entrance. He rolled down the window as a guard approached.
"State your business here," the guard inquired, his arms casually leaning on the car window.
Eman, with an air of self-assuredness, met the guard's gaze as he replied, "My boss has returned from a well-deserved vacation and wishes to pay a visit to Sir Adem." His words carried an underlying tone of formality, but then he had to ruin it, adding, "And get your dirty hands off my car."
The guard's expression shifted momentarily, annoyance etching lines on his face. He begrudgingly straightened his posture and with a short sigh signaled for the mansion gate to swing open. "Tsk, arrogant prick," he muttered under his breath, the sting of the insult evident in his tone as he watched Eman's car pass through the now-opened gateway.
