The streets tonight were incredibly congested, with traffic jams everywhere—it was unclear what exactly was causing the gridlock. Adrian rubbed his temples repeatedly, feeling a surge of frustration; he was already five minutes late for his reservation at La Vie, a restaurant where he had planned a dinner with his wife. It was meant to be a gesture of apology, as he had forgotten a seemingly simple detail the previous night—something that had clearly mattered a great deal to her. The relentless blaring of car horns grated on his nerves, and his black Porsche remained trapped amidst the sea of ​​vehicles clogging the main road.

He suddenly realized his phone had been ringing for a while. Reaching into the console tray, he picked it up; the screen lit up, displaying his wife’s name. There were numerous notifications—missed calls and messages—all from her. Damn! Adrian swiped the green button and held the phone to his ear.

Before he could even press the slim device to his ear, his wife had already unleashed a barrage of questions at him in an angry tone—so much so that he pulled the phone slightly away from his ear.

"Yes, yes, sweetheart—be patient, I’ll be there in just a little while. I’m sorry for having Ben pick you up..."

meanwhile, on the other side...

"I knew this would happen—you’re always busy! Don’t make promises if you’re still swamped with all your work! Honestly, it’s starting to make me really angry and frustrated, you know!"

"I'm sorry, honey. I’ve already asked Clara to handle all my unfinished work. Once again, I apologize—I’ll pick up the pace so I can get there sooner."