48 hours after the Monaco Grand Prix weekend, Tuesday night arrived for Luca. He was fully dressed and ready for the evening out he had planned. The lights in his room sheened across his polished suit as he checked himself one last time, aware that by noon tomorrow he would be heading to Berlin, aiming to depart as early as possible.
Tonight, however, was for himself—for his indulgence as a man of wealth. What better way to conclude his escapade here in Monaco than with a luxurious evening, an escape from obligations while also enjoying his fortune. Luca checked the time and acknowledged it was 7 PM.
He was going alone. Neither Manuela nor Vance would accompany him—just himself and the rented convertible, driving through the night.
