When Edwin's phone buzzed, Mark's name flashed on the screen.

Edwin greeted him with a grin.

After exchanging a few words, he shared some of his ambitious plans.

Mark, usually hard to impress, genuinely admired Edwin's assertive tactics.

"It's only chapter one," Edwin remarked, an air of nonchalance in his voice.

Once the call ended, Tina approached with an update.

“Mr. Evans, your appointments for the day are wrapped up. You deserve some rest after today's whirlwind."

Feeling the weight of the day on his shoulders, Edwin handed Tina his drink and loosened his tie.

"I can feel the fatigue. Let the former executives of the Lewis Group know we're meeting at nine tomorrow," he instructed, already making his way out.

A sleek black Rolls-Royce awaited him outside. Chris Shelton, ever the punctual chauffeur, held the door open for him.

Chris caught sight of Edwin and promptly opened the car door, a gesture of respect.

Edwin slipped inside gracefully.

As he settled, Tina leaned closer, her voice gentle yet professional, “Good night, Mr. Evans."

Edwin simply nodded, his thoughts already drifting elsewhere.

A memory flickered--his promise to Laura about a homemade meal. He glanced at the time and sighed, realizing it was far too late.

The rich aroma of perfume encircled him.

Swiftly, he handed over his jacket to Tina, instructing, “Send this to dry-cleaning."

For a moment, Tina looked taken aback.

But before she could process, the limo's door clicked shut and the vehicle glided away.

Edwin's voice broke the silence after a while.