The evening traffic crawled slowly through Santos City's bustling streets as the clock struck 7:40 PM.
Among the sea of vehicles, Ms. Claire's polished black Rolls Royce stood out like a jewel, its exterior reflecting the city's neon lights.
Inside the luxurious cabin, classical smooth jazz flowed from the speakers, creating an intimate and relaxing atmosphere.
Don was settled into the plush leather seat on the left side, his shoulder pressed against the window as he watched the city life unfold. People hurried along the sidewalks, their shadows moving under the street lamps.
Though his expression suggested deep contemplation, his mind was on more practical matters.
'I've barely made any progress with Ms. Claire today,' he thought, suppressing a sigh.
