“I'm Kent Barnes. Do I also need to be inspected?" Kent inquired.

His car was designed with privacy. One could see out from the inside, but the view into the car was obscured from the outside.

Recognizing Kent, the guard quickly apologized, "Mr. Barnes? My apologies, I didn't realize it was your vehicle. Please, go right ahead!"

The process was smoother than anticipated. The guard didn't bother to check the other occupants of the car, sparing Kent the need to use the prepared excuses for Octavian's presence.

They drove smoothly into the Association of Healthcare Professionals, parking at Kent's exclusive office building.