Ray's face bore the weight of a turbulent history as he descended from the plane, the Italian breeze a subtle reminder of memories he sought to bury. Mr. Kim, always at his side, followed suit, and the salutes of the bodyguards echoed the gravity of the moment. The waiting Rolls Royce, a symbol of both luxury and haunting recollections, stirred a complex mix of emotions within Ray.
As the doors closed and the car began its journey through the enchanting streets of Italy, Kim's enthusiasm clashed with the somber tone set by Ray. "Men, I'm excited. No work, just flex and go sightseeing. Ain't that right, boss?" Kim said, his happiness a stark contrast to the brooding atmosphere.
"I need you to do something for me. I need to get some things straightened out here, and then you will be my ticket to get out of here," Raymond stated with a sternness that dimmed Kim's smile.
