A Playful Morning at the De Dominicis Group
After freshening up, Julian D'Aurelius left his house. The crisp morning air carried the scent of dew, and sunlight bathed the quiet streets of Silverhaven City in a warm golden glow.
Today, he drove his sleek Aston Martin.
The deep growl of the engine echoed softly as the luxury sports car glided through the city. People along the roadside couldn't help but glance over. Some admired the car, while others recognized its owner.
Julian sat comfortably behind the wheel, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel. His black hair fluttered slightly whenever he lowered the window to let the cool breeze in. His golden eyes reflected the bustling city outside, calm yet thoughtful.
After nearly half an hour on the road, the towering headquarters of the De Dominicis Group appeared before him.
The modern glass building stood proudly among City's financial district, radiating authority and wealth.
