George Malani's car was moving through the city in the afternoon.
He was not traveling alone.
One security car moved ahead of him. Another followed from behind. His own car stayed in the middle. The driver held the wheel, while the security assistant sat in front. George's personal assistant sat beside him in the back.
George had always believed in layers.
One man could be bought. One guard could make a mistake. One driver could panic. But a team made things harder for anyone who wanted to reach him.
After the news scandal and the pressure on his company, he had started moving with more caution. He did not like looking afraid, but he had still increased the number of men around him. It was not fear in his mind. It was preparation.
At least, that was what he believed until the road shook.
The car in front exploded first.
