The driver was Tokta, clad in a serious suit, his boss's signature slicked-back hair now washed and trimmed into a clean, short style.
With this attire, he might not be recognized by the employees of Golar.
But he did look quite handsome.
The reason for Tokta's notable transformation today was twofold; first, they were about to visit the descendants of a benefactor, and second, because the middle-aged man sitting next to him in the passenger seat.
In fact, the mere fact that Tokta was making such a formal visit was already newsworthy enough for paparazzi to blockade and sneak photos, but the real protagonist of the day was the man sitting primly beside him.
He was a middle-aged man, bearing a striking resemblance to Tokta but emanating a very different aura.
The man's hair was graying at the temples, and he exuded an intimidating presence forged from long-tenured power; without any expression, he still imparted an immense sense of authority.
