Xavier and Angel reached the dealership just as the large glass doors slid open. The staff inside straightened a little when they recognized Angel, and the manager hurried toward them with a tablet tucked under his arm. He didn't waste time with small talk. He led them straight through the main floor, past rows of standard models that looked dull compared to what they were here for.
They stopped at a sealed bay at the far end of the showroom. The lights rose slowly, and the door lifted to reveal the hover car the engineers had spent three days building around Xavier's wish list.
It sat on a raised pad, matte-black with faint blue lines running under the surface—thin, sharp, almost alive. The frame had the aggressive shape of a predator, all muscle and smooth curves, and the engine beneath it whirred with a low vibration that made the floor feel warm.
Angel crossed her arms and nodded once. "Looks better than I expected."
