Exiting the auction house, Adam and Carl scanned their surroundings cautiously. Suddenly, their earplugs began buzzing. A voice instructed, "Wait a moment; a black car will be arriving shortly."
"It's a safe car, someone you can trust if something were to happen."
"What if someone were to happen?" Carl asked with slight hesitation.
"Listen to what the driver says. He will not only guide but also try to steer you away from danger."
They stood by, and just as promised, a sleek black car pulled up within moments. Without hesitation, they slipped inside, and the vehicle promptly sped away.
As the car hurtled through the streets, Carl exhaled deeply, slumping into his seat. He inhaled again, this time more steadily, and muttered, "Finally, it's over. That took more out of me than I expected."
Adam, however, wasn't as composed. Before he could voice his concerns, their earplugs buzzed again.
