Disrespected

By the time Regina arrived at the Wale's estate, darkness had already blanketed the sky. But thankfully, the high voltage street lights that illuminated the driveway made navigation to Judith's mansion seamless.

"Ma'am, there is traffic up ahead." Regina's driver reported, slowing down the car's speed.

"Traffic? Where?" Regina lifted her head from her phone, to look at the windshield. She was stunned to see some fleet of neatly parked cars in a single file outside the gigantic iron gate that led into the mansions premisses.

"What in God's name is happening here? Are they having some kind of party or something?" Regina asked.

"I can't say for sure, ma'am. But I will go and find out."

"Please do and be fast," Regina said returning to her chat with Tylor.