As James drove through the quiet, tree-lined streets of Beverly Hills. As a neighborhood synonymous with wealth, prestige, and generational legacy, the silence of the night felt unusually calming to James.
Unlike downtown LA or Hollywood, where the buzz of nightlife spilled into the streets even at midnight, Beverly Hills slept like an old king.
It's understandable when one understands the status of those living in the neighbourhood. There's naturally no way that any loud nightlife would be close to the vicinity.
The Maybach glided smoothly across the polished road, headlights catching the shimmer of mansions, marble statues, and perfectly sculpted hedges.
James rested one hand loosely on the steering wheel, the other lazily on the gear lever. The streets were nearly empty, and that suited him just fine.
As he drove, his mind circled back to the events of the evening and he started replaying everything in his head.