Rowan Dawson, my old rival from high school, leaned in with a sneer. "Or maybe you could go crawling back to your ex. Lilith West is a Lawson opera master now. She’s loaded, who knows? You might finally get a shot at driving a luxury car."
I merely smiled, unfazed.
"With my job, I’ll never get the chance to drive a luxury car in this lifetime."
***
High school was true youth.
There had been innocent romances, the relentless grind of preparing for college entrance exams and friendships forged through shared hardships.
So, despite my special status now, despite no longer fitting into casual gatherings with old classmates, I still chose to attend the reunion.
That day, the municipal car fleet suffered a case of food poisoning, leaving me without a driver. But it didn’t matter. I had planned to keep a low profile anyway. I took a taxi and didn’t even bring my secretary.
Of course, I was well aware that my movements carried weight now. Security had already been arranged, silent figures stationed along my route and discreetly positioned at the hotel.
Before long, the taxi pulled up in front of the grand entrance.