My job was simple: to be the driver. The man nobody saw. In Arthur Morgan's world-a fortress measured in billions and ruled by silence-I was the shadow in the black suit, the quiet witness to an empire built on lies. I wasn't looking for a job; I was looking for proof, buried deep within a lifestyle meant to be impenetrable. But Victoria, his beautiful, anxious wife, broke the rules. With a glance, a subtle gesture, and a gold key left on the back seat, she pulled me into a game whose stakes I could not yet grasp.
That night, the roles flipped. I realized I wasn't the journalist hunting the truth; I was the final pawn in a plan that was never mine. I was framed for kidnapping and extortion, with evidence so meticulously planted that the world was designed to believe I was nothing more than a desperate driver who betrayed his master. Now, fleeing into the darkness, I realize Arthur isn't chasing me just for revenge; he is chasing me to bury the entire story.
Alone, hunted, and holding a key whose purpose I still don't fully understand, I realize the world I thought was real was nothing more than a golden cage, and I was trying to free a victim who was not the only one trapped. I am no longer the driver. I have become the only road out. The question isn't: Where am I going? It's how far away is the end of the road?
My job was simple: to be the driver. The man nobody saw. In Arthur Morgan's world-a fortress measured in billions and ruled by silence-I was the shadow in the black suit, the quiet witness to an empire built on lies. I wasn't looking for a job; I was looking for proof, buried deep within a lifestyle meant to be impenetrable. But Victoria, his beautiful, anxious wife, broke the rules. With a glance, a subtle gesture, and a gold key left on the back seat, she pulled me into a game whose stakes I could not yet grasp.
That night, the roles flipped. I realized I wasn't the journalist hunting the truth; I was the final pawn in a plan that was never mine. I was framed for kidnapping and extortion, with evidence so meticulously planted that the world was designed to believe I was nothing more than a desperate driver who betrayed his master. Now, fleeing into the darkness, I realize Arthur isn't chasing me just for revenge; he is chasing me to bury the entire story.
Alone, hunted, and holding a key whose purpose I still don't fully understand, I realize the world I thought was real was nothing more than a golden cage, and I was trying to free a victim who was not the only one trapped. I am no longer the driver. I have become the only road out. The question isn't: Where am I going? It's how far away is the end of the road?
