Falcon had barely stepped beyond the gates of his apartment when a sleek black sedan glided to a halt beside him, its engine humming like a restrained predator.
The tinted window slid down.
Simon sat in the passenger seat, posture straight, his gloved hands folded neatly in his lap. Behind the wheel was Kai, relaxed but watchful, fingers drumming lazily against the steering wheel.
Simon glanced at Falcon. "Get in."
Falcon didn't even slow his pace. "I can drive myself to the airport," he said coldly, already turning away. "I do not require assistance."
Simon adjusted his glasses with deliberate calm. "The chairman ordered it."
Falcon stopped.
The morning air hung still between them.
Simon's voice remained steady. And I assume you have no intention of disobeying him."
Falcon exhaled slowly through his nose. Irritation flickered briefly across his expression before disappearing just as quickly.
Without another word, he opened the rear door and slid into the back seat.
