After Izan left the king's college, it wasn't long before the Mercedes rolled up the narrow drive toward Colney, before easing to a stop at the gate.
The security guard leaned out of his booth, already smiling after seeing who it was.
"And here I thought we might have to come and bring you back from vacation," he said.
"How was the holiday? We missed you. Especially on matchdays."
Izan rolled the window down halfway.
"No need to miss me that much," he said, easy, almost dismissive. "I'm back."
"Yes," the security guard said with a large grin that was impossible to fake.
"You are back!" he continued before lifting the barrier for the car to slip through.
Inside the compound, the parking lot was already half-full.
Bentleys, Lamborghinis, as well as a few understated SUVs pretending they didn't cost six figures.
Izan pulled into a spot and cut the engine, his eyes drifting almost immediately to a red Ferrari Spider parked at an angle that made no sense.
