Signing in at the Slums

The rest of the morning passed in a whirlwind of high-level transitions...

Jude spent an hour with Maya, outlining his vision for the dealership's future. 

Jude stepped out into the midday sun and slid into the backseat of his waiting Maybach. 

"Back to the Obsidian Grand, Mr. Lawson?" the driver asked, glancing at Jude through the rearview mirror. 

"No," Jude replied, staring out the tinted window. "Take me to the Southside. The Elm Street apartments."

The driver blinked, clearly caught off guard.

The Southside was a decaying, high-crime district, filled with crumbling infrastructure and cramped, low-income housing.

It was no place for a multi-million-dollar vehicle...

"Sir? Are you certain?" the driver asked hesitantly. 

"Just drive," Jude said. 

Thirty minutes later, the luxury car rolled to a stop in front of a dilapidated, brick apartment complex.