Ethan shrugged on his suit jacket, grabbed his phone and car keys, and strode purposefully out of his office.
Using the executive-only exit, he made his way to the underground parking lot, where his white Rolls-Royce Phantom awaited.
Sliding into the driver's seat, he started the car, the low hum of the engine filling the silence as he sped away.
The drive to the Grayson estate was uneventful, though Ethan's grip on the wheel tightened with each passing minute.
As he reached the gates, security guards immediately stood at attention, bowing respectfully before granting him access. The estate was a fortress, its lavish grounds meticulously maintained and heavily guarded.
Ethan drove past the sprawling lawns and fountains, pulling up to the main mansion. He stepped out of the car and paused, staring at the imposing building.
