Not everyone shared Phei's celestial enthusiasm for car shopping.
That became painfully clear the moment the convoy began splitting its intentions between rest, responsibility and whatever deranged sparkle was currently dancing inside Phei's eyes. The night had already been long enough to qualify as several political eras stacked in a trench coat. They had endured the shoot, the interview, the public dismantling of old powers, the sudden shift of global wealth rankings, the emotional crimes committed in limousines, the endless teasing, and now Phei, instead of wanting a bed like a civilized creature with a spine, wanted to go buy cars.
Cars.
After everything.
