I have a condition

The taxi stopped in front of a large building with blue mirrors covering its walls. David stepped out first, his face covered with huge sunglasses and a cap. He wasn't surrounded by a large number of bodyguards as usual in order to catch minimal attention. He held the door for his wife and daughter like all the regular gentlemen would do. 

They didn't talk as they made their way towards a secluded part of the huge airport, their manager following them with Isabella's little bag. David nodded his head towards a black car standing a little far away from where the taxi stood. The cat sped off after the door was closed and they were safely in.