With a deep breath, David turned away from his reflection and opened the door. He was already running late, and he knew Jack would be waiting for him.
As he opened the door, Jack stood up from his position by the elevator, looking confident and composed.
"Ready to make an entrance, Young Master?" Jack asked, his voice low and even, his gaze lingering on the slight wrinkle on David's shirt.
David's lips curled into a wry smile. "Let's get this over with," he muttered, his voice barely audible.
Jack nodded and led the way to the elevator, his shoes clicking on the polished marble floor. As they descended into the garage, the soft hum of the elevator gave way to the faint scent of leather and gasoline.
David's mind began to wander back to Elizabeth, the memories of their laughter and whispers echoing in his mind like a torment.
He pushed the thoughts aside, his jaw clenched in determination, and focused on the task at hand.
