With a black trench coat draped over his shoulders, Dylan stepped out of his company building. The long tail of his coat swept through the air with quiet majesty, adding an undeniable charm to his cold and aloof presence.
Ford spotted him descending the stairs and immediately stepped forward to hold the door open. Behind Dylan trailed with his secretary, Wyatt Reed, carrying his work tablet as usual.
Dylan slid into the car. And Ford closed the door after him before moving around to the driver's seat, while Wyatt followed and took his place beside the driver.
"We need to reach The Imperial View before 8.30," Wyatt informed.
Ford nodded in acknowledgement and started the engine.
As the car pulled away, Wyatt turned slightly and began briefing Dylan about the meeting arranged with the foreign partners.
Meanwhile —at the same time, elsewhere —
Karl was on the phone, his voice low but eager.
"Did you check properly? Has my brother really left the office?"
