Special Client

The car screeched to a halt as Mia urgently instructed Mr. Tao, "Take a turn, we need to rush to the airport."

He nodded in understanding, replying, "No worries."

Swiftly, he maneuvered the car towards the airport, the chauffeur inquiring, "Is there trouble again?"

Mia confirmed, "The staff member meant to pick up Mr. Martin had an accident. We must hurry before he gets upset; he's a special client."

"Rest assured, we're almost there," the chauffeur reassured."

Soon, they arrived at the airport, where Mia instructed Mr. Tao, "Come with me."

He followed her closely. A tall, imposing figure stood there, his broad shoulders wrapped in a long fur coat that exuded an air of sophistication. His sunglasses hid his eyes, adding an aura of mystery. He appeared to be in his early thirties, his golden brown hair shimmering brightly in the sunlight, highlighting his distinctly American features. Beside him stood a lady of similar age, her blonde hair neatly tied up in a bun atop her head. Despite