"But first, let me take you to your hotel," Timothy offered.
"Thank you," Hana bowed her head politely.
They both headed to the parking space of High Street. They arrived ten minutes later where Timothy opened the door for her.
Hana climbed up into the passenger seat, adjusting her skirt as she settled in. Timothy closed the door behind her before circling to the driver's side. The Ford Raptor's engine rumbled to life, its headlights cutting through the dimly lit parking structure as they rolled out onto the road.
The streets were calmer now, most of the crowd from earlier having dispersed, leaving only the glow of restaurants and bars still alive with customers. As they turned toward Shangri-La, Timothy's eyes stayed focused on the road.
"Hana," he began, one hand resting on the wheel while the other tapped the armrest lightly, "starting tomorrow, I want you to find us an office space here in BGC. Something suitable for an executive headquarters."
