The Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up outside The Levitus Grand at exactly 3:01 PM. Not a second early, not a second late. The hotel valet, trained to welcome visiting royalty and international business moguls, instinctively fixed the collar of his blazer the moment he saw the car stop. He had seen more expensive vehicles before. He had opened doors for oil kings and startup unicorn founders. But this—this was different.
There was no sound. No music from inside. No impatient honking. Just an unnatural silence that wrapped around the car like it belonged to someone who no longer needed the world to notice him.
The door opened on its own and the man stepped out.