My heart raced as Cherry and I stepped out of the Hongqi L5. The air on the Sinclair estate felt different—crisper, cleaner, as if even the oxygen here was exclusive.
"This isn't just wealth," Cherry whispered beside me. "This is... power."
She wasn't wrong. As Walter Reed led us forward, I noticed discreet security personnel positioned throughout the grounds. Their earpieces and watchful eyes reminded me more of Secret Service than private security.
"The main residence is quite extensive," Walter explained, gesturing toward what could only be described as a palace. "We'll take a cart for the remainder of the journey."
A cart? Just to cross the front lawn?
An electric vehicle pulled up silently. As we settled in, I clutched my portfolio tighter, suddenly feeling woefully unprepared. What did I know about designing for people who lived like this?
