The dark high-performance sports car tore through the illuminated city highways like a bird slicing through the midnight sky, its engine roaring with untamed power as it navigated the empty lanes at terrifying speeds.
In the driver's seat, Lieutenant Colonel Avery held the leather-wrapped steering wheel with a single casual hand, her dark eyes darting briefly toward the passenger seat. "I honestly don't understand why you're so hopelessly hung up on that guy," she stated flatly, her sharp voice cutting through the hum of the twin-turbo engine. "He didn't even attempt to fight me or raise a formal objection when I submitted your transfer papers. Why do you even like him so much?"
