Oblivious to Colin's silent schemes, and waves their departure had stirred behind them, Rex leaned back against the smooth leather seat, his posture loose yet steady, the very picture of unhurried confidence, as the city streets blurred past the tinted windows.
He glanced toward Kaelan and gave a simple instruction, his tone calm but carrying the weight of natural authority.
"Head to Northstar Studio."
"Understood," Kaelan replied from the driver's seat,his hands steady on the wheel, as he steered the car onto the main road with practiced ease.
Aren, sitting in the back with Rex, shifted uncomfortably. His head was still buzzing and processing the intensity of what had just happened— back in Colin's office, the weight of the deal, the stares, the handshake, the car, the surreal feeling of stepping into a world he didn't quite understand.
And now, hearing Rex casually mention Northstar Studio, his thoughts scattered further.
