The Return of Dion Blackfield

A day out

Dion, accustomed to the world of corporate attire, found a sense of liberation in the idea of stepping out in ordinary clothes. The anonymity that casual attire offered was a refreshing change from the finely tailored suits and ties that marked his presence in the business world.

He strode through the expansive garage beneath the Blackfield Corp building, his steps echoing against the cold, concrete floor. His destination was clear, a sleek, unassuming car tucked away in a corner. Its matte black exterior and unremarkable design made it the least noticeable vehicle among his collection.

Dion approached the car with an air of casual indifference, a far cry from the confident executive persona he often portrayed. He reached into his pocket, retrieving the car keys, and with a subtle click, the car's doors unlocked.

Sliding into the driver's seat, Dion felt an unspoken freedom that came with the absence of chauffeurs and tinted windows. As he started the engine, the purr of the car's mot