The driver stepped out of the car before Neo had even crossed half the distance from the building.
He was enormous.
Not simply tall. He had to be a little over two meters, broad through the shoulders, heavy through the chest, the kind of man who made the sidewalk feel smaller just by standing on it.
Neo stopped for a beat and studied him.
The giant reached him in a few long steps and dipped his head just enough to pass for respectful.
"Please get in," he said, voice low and flat. "Miss Vivienne is waiting for you."
Neo trusted the whole scene about as far as he could throw the car.
A rich family girl sending a giant in a luxury car to pick him up sounded exactly like the sort of thing that got people found in rivers later. Even so, she had the kind of background where this probably counted as normal. Maybe this was her version of sending a taxi. Maybe in families like the Mournes, every simple thing had to come wrapped in ten layers of money and inconvenience.
