Once outside the café, Abby was greeted by the presence of her bodyguard, who had been waiting discreetly nearby. The bodyguard, a tall, well-built man in a dark suit, approached her with a respectful demeanor.
"Ma'am, are you ready to go?" he asked, his tone professional yet warm.
Abby nodded, feeling a pang of loneliness as she thought of Remo, her husband. It was times like these that she felt the void more acutely, craving the familiar comfort of being near him. "Yes, thank you," she responded, her voice soft but composed.
The bodyguard led her to a sleek black car parked nearby. As he opened the passenger door for her, he asked, "Where to next?"
