After a long, exhausting day, Augustine finally pulled into the garage of his mansion, the engine's hum fading into silence.
Earlier, he had dismissed his driver, knowing he would be home late.
Keeping him waiting would have been unnecessary and, in Augustine's eyes, an abuse of power—something he refused to tolerate. He valued efficiency, not exploitation.
With a tired sigh, Augustine leaned back against the car steering for a moment, letting the quiet of the night settle over him.
Augustine exhaled heavily, the weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders.
Grabbing his briefcase from the passenger seat, he stepped out of the car and shut the door with a quiet thud.
For a moment, he remained still, his eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, trying to shake off the exhaustion clinging to him.
The cool night air did little to ease the tension in his muscles, but at least it was a brief moment of solitude before stepping inside.
