Didn’t answer.
Didn’t care.
The elevator would have been too slow.
I took the stairs.
Three at a time.
Boots slamming against concrete.
Echoes bouncing off the walls.
My breathing steady.
But inside—
Everything was unraveling.
By the time I burst through the exit doors, the night air hit me like a slap.
I didn’t pause.
The Lamborghini was already waiting.
I reached it, yanked the door open, and dropped into the driver’s seat.
The engine roared to life the moment I turned the key.
Deep. Ferocious.
I slammed it into reverse.
Hard.
The car jerked back—too fast.
Metal scraped.
A sharp crunch echoed as the rear bumper collided with a parked white Porsche.
Then again—this time a matte-black Ferrari.
Alarms blared instantly.
Lights flashing.
A valet in a red vest sprinted toward me, waving his arms wildly.
“Hey! Sir! Stop! You need to—insurance—!”
His voice faded into nothing.
I didn’t hear him.
I floored it.
The tires screamed.
