The sound of the Lamborghini's engine filled Henry's ears as he drove down the road to his hotel.

He couldn't believe it. He was driving a fucking Lamborghini!

The way Kelvin had left had made him worry at first, but he didn't care anymore now. He was living the dream.

Even though it wasn't his car, Henry's demeanor as he passed the pedestrians made it seem like it was.

He arrived at his hotel and parked outside. The car drew attention as many passersby wanted to see who the driver was.

Henry came down majestically and handed the key to the valet amidst the surprised and admiring gazes.

He walked into the hotel and entered his room where he jumped up in excitement.

Down there, the feeling that he had when he came out of the car, was a feeling that he wanted to have all his life.

'So this is how it feels to be at the top,' Henry thought.

If he had lacked the motivation to chase the big bags, then he had gotten enough of it now. The zeal to work harder and achieve his dreams was strong