Dinner

I sat silently in the plush, leather-bound rear seat of the sleek, black Cadillac SUV, parked discreetly at the curb in front of Mr. Sebastian's grand, gated estate. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle purr of the air conditioning created a soothing background noise, but my mind was elsewhere, focused on the wait.

For the past twenty minutes, I had been patiently sitting in the car, surrounded by the luxurious amenities of the SUV, including the soft glow of the dashboard lights and the sweet scent of the premium leather upholstery. Alexander had specifically asked me to wait for him inside the vehicle, and I had obliged, using the time to collect my thoughts and gaze out the tinted windows at the immaculately manicured lawn and the imposing facade of Mr. Sebastian's mansion.

The silence was almost meditative, broken only by the occasional chirp of a bird or the low small talks of the two bodyguards in front of the car. I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time, w