After letting the driver know where he was going, the cab pulled away from the curb and merged into the elegant flow of Rosenblum traffic.
Lancet relaxed on the comfortable leather seat, the Grand Auction invitation resting casually against his thigh. He looked out the window to see the city eagerly showed off its immense wealth.
The towering trade spires, glowing holographic advertisements projecting high-end merchandise, and sealed cargo platforms gliding smoothly on overhead tracks above the civilian roads.
All of this was proof of Rosenblum's other title: the City of Tomorrow.
Lancet was awed. He felt like a kid in Disneyland for the first time.
The driver caught his eye in the rearview mirror with a knowing smirk. "First time in Rosenblum?"
Lancet pulled his gaze from the window. "I guess it's that obvious, huh?" he asked.
