Alaric
"Remind me again why I am the one driving, Nico?" I asked, leaning forward slightly as I gripped the thick, leather-wrapped steering wheel of a custom Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600.
It was a monstrously luxurious, pitch-black SUV that looked more like a private jet on wheels than something meant for a long highway stretch, boasting a twin-turbo V8 engine and an active air suspension that made the bumpy road feel like velvet.
It was a vehicle designed to be driven in, not driven by a professional racing driver who currently wanted to strangle his passenger.
Nico didn't bother replying to my question. Instead, he kept his face glued to his phone screen, a low chuckle escaping his throat before he suddenly shouted with pure excitement, "Oh, the sales are absolutely booming ever since we did that live stream a day ago! It's insane! Amazing, right?"
