As I stepped out, my gaze landed on a lively group. They were none other than my old classmates, deep in conversation, laughter spilling between them.
Luxury cars lined the lot, polished and gleaming under the evening lights. Their attire spoke of success and life had treated them well from how they carried themselves.
Seeing them thriving, I felt a quiet sense of happiness for them.
Just as I was about to greet them, someone spotted me first.
But there was no warm welcome, no familiar smiles. Instead, their gazes shifted, filled with something else: mockery.
Before the silence could settle, an engine's deep, guttural roar sliced through the air and a silver Bugatti Veyron glided into the parking lot, its presence commanding attention.
A man stepped out of the car, his custom-tailored suit perfectly sculpted. With a casual flick of his wrist, a million-dollar watch caught the light, glinting like a silent proclamation of power. His mere presence commanded attention.
"President Bennett is here!"
"Ah, Thorne Bennett! You finally made it! We’ve been talking about you all evening."
"Look over there, Thorne! Our former class genius showed up too and came in a taxi."