The dock.
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove into the office area. The car door opened, and Cynthia placed her hand on the hand Tristan extended, gracefully leaning to get out of the car.
She stood in front of the car, calmly surveying the surroundings. A five-story gray office building without extravagant decorations. In the parking lot at the entrance, various types of cars were parked, all with modified engines that significantly boosted their instantaneous acceleration.
Cynthia's gaze reached the logo above the office building: Blackrock Corporation. This group appeared in San Heith ten years ago, and at that time, nobody paid much attention to it. The subsequent consequences of underestimating the company led to many transportation companies paying a painful price.
The rapid development of Blackrock Corporation exceeded everyone's expectations, even surprising Old Mr. Quinn, who dominated the business world.