The man sat in the back seat of the car, dressed in an impeccably tailored designer suit. His long legs were crossed with casual elegance as he watched the flow of people entering and leaving the building. His expression revealed nothing.
The driver didn't even dare to breathe too loudly. Both hands clutched the steering wheel, eyes fixed forward, not daring to glance into the rearview mirror.
After a few minutes, a woman stepped out of the building. The man's gaze sharpened, his attention locking onto her. A faint smile played at the corners of his lips.
She was dressed in a crisp white blouse and a tailored pencil skirt, black heels clicking smartly against the pavement. Her figure was slender, her hair pinned up to reveal the graceful curve of her neck. She looked polished, poised, radiant.
Her eyes drifted momentarily in the direction of his car. Even through the tinted glass, it felt as if their gazes met. The man leaned his head against his hand, eyes narrowing slightly.
