The drive was wasn't long.
The only sounds inside the cabin were the layered engine note and low radio news murmuring from the speakers—"…fundraiser tonight… prominent families in attendance…"—barely audible under the growl.
Streetlights streaked past.
After roughly ten minutes, the coastline came into prominent view.
A luxury hotel rose near the midtown waterfront—multiple levels of glass and stone, lights glowing warmly from nearly every floor.
Don guided the Aston into the parking lot.
Traffic slowed near the entrance—vehicles lining up. Suits. Dresses. Cameras flashing near the front steps.
A valet approached the driver's side as Don lowered the window.
"Sir, are you here as a resident or to attend the fundraiser?"
Don reached toward the center console and retrieved two tickets.
"The fundraiser."
He handed them over.
The valet scanned them quickly and nodded.
"You can park over there, sir. Have a wonderful time."
"Thanks."
The engine rolled forward again.
