The Friday afternoon sun bounced off the polished glass of the Prestige Motors showroom, a quiet cathedral dedicated to the world's most expensive machinery.
Jake pulled his current car into the lot, Alice sitting beside him with a tablet already active in her lap. She looked out at the rows of high-end vehicles, her mind clearly already moving toward the logistical nightmare of managing a growing firm.
Inside, the air was cool and smelled of expensive leather and industrial-grade wax. A salesman in a suit that likely cost more than a mid-sized sedan approached them, but Jake didn't give him much time for a pitch. He walked straight toward the SUV section, where the heavy hitters were parked under recessed spotlights.
