Evelyn left the stairs and stepped outside to find a black limousine waiting in front.
Surprised but so much, she smiled fondly, before she turned to the man in suit standing beside the car. The latter was only betrayed by the earpiece he was wearing whose wire was visible, going inside his clothes. Had it not been for that, he would have looked nothing like someone sent to serve as a driver.
The man bowed as Evelyn approached, lifting his head as he complimented, polite, but deferent:
"Madam, you are looking sublime."
Despite looking obviously older than Evelyn, seemingly already well in his thirties, the man showed no distaste at putting himself in a lower position.
Evelyn's smile widened in sincere joy:
"Thank you. You are?"
"Where are my manners? Excuse me madam. I am Isaac Hawk, a simple employee of Furors Security, and your driver for tonight."
"Furors Security?"
