The taxi zipped through the main city's streets, weaving in and out of traffic with the kind of reckless abandon only someone like Karl could muster.
His foot pressed harder on the accelerator, and the car's engine roared in response.
"I finally escaped that idiot," Karl muttered under his breath, a smirk creeping across his face as the thought lingered.
Damien's nonchalance towards danger had rattled him a bit, but now, far away from the Raphael estate, he felt a surge of relief.
For a moment, his mind drifted back to the morning's embarrassment—when he'd accidentally pooped his pants during a particularly stressful job.
The memory made his face flush, though no one was around to witness it.
"Man, this day just keeps getting better, huh?" he chuckled to himself, feeling the release of tension as the car sped along the streets.
But his brief moment of humor was short-lived.
