Heading to Laras house
The City of Life was always filled with the endless bustle of activity in the morning. Its grand streets were crowded with hovering cars, flying at regulated speeds along neatly organized aerial routes.
Among the swarm of vehicles, a luxury car moved elegantly, swiftly maneuvering past other vehicles without obstruction. The car was a gleaming black, equipped with state-of-the-art technology that allowed for automatic navigation and the ability to fly at certain altitudes.
Inside the car sat two women in the back seat, while a man dressed in a neat black suit drove at the front. He was Nita's private driver, his skills beyond question. Every movement he made reflected expertise—smoothly avoiding traffic and taking the quickest routes to their destination.