Outside the apartment, the car slowed to a halt. Charlotte Thompson pursed her lips and glanced at the man in the driver's seat. Her mouth opened slightly.
"Thank you."
The man nodded slightly, watching as she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.
The wind stirred Charlotte's clothing. She raised her hand to smooth her coat, nodded slightly and stood in place for a while, until the car completely disappeared from sight.
Somehow, Charlotte found herself sighing and her eyes welled up with complex emotions. After a long pause, she turned and walked toward her apartment building.
On the other side, Justin Battleson floored the accelerator but didn't head towards his mansion, instead he headed straight to the bar.
The bar was noisy with a crowd of people, numerous men and women were shaking their bodies on the dance floor. In this moment, all that existed in this world of glaring lights and vivid colours was pure madness.