Liam was up at six the next morning.
First day on the job.
He got ready quickly, greeted his parents, and headed out.
His Charger was still parked at Marcus’s place.
For now, that was safer.
Explaining that car?
Not happening.
Especially not to his father.
Three miles.
Perfect distance.
Liam turned it into a sprint.
Back in the military, he could run it in ten minutes.
Now?
Nine.
He reached Marcus’s house just as his friend stood in the yard, shirtless, brushing his teeth in flip-flops.
“Hey.
I’m taking the car,” Liam said.
Marcus grinned, rinsing his mouth.
“You eat yet?
Got some leftover flatbread.” “Already ate,” Liam replied, walking toward the car.
“You’re really having that for breakfast?” Marcus blinked.
“Yeah.
How’d you know what I bought?” Liam smirked slightly.
“I can smell it from here.” Marcus frowned.
“No way.
I don’t smell anything.” Liam paused, then added casually, “Take it easy at night.
Don’t overdo it.” Marcus froze.
“…What does that even mean?” Liam didn’t turn back.
“You’ll figure it out.” Marcus lifted both hands, sniffed them.
Nothing.
“Man, you’re messing with me,” he muttered.
Liam just laughed, started the engine, and pulled out.
Behind him, Marcus shouted, “Your nose is broken, man!” …
At the station, Liam reported in early.
A middle-aged supervisor with thinning hair pointed him toward a desk.
“This is your station,” the man said, sipping tea.
“You’ll handle dispatch today.” Liam nodded.
“Got it.” “Phones, scheduling, vehicle assignments.
No driving today.” “Understood.” The supervisor continued, “We’ve got over three hundred vehicles across departments.
Around a hundred drivers.
Fewer than ten permanent positions.” He looked at Liam briefly.
“You five trainees?
Only one makes it.” Liam didn’t react.
“Fair evaluation at the end,” the supervisor added.
“Performance decides everything.” He pulled out a file and placed it on the desk.
“Take a look.
Upcoming event.” Liam opened it.
A racing event.
Large-scale.
Multi-region participation.
Full media coverage.
“All five of you are assigned,” the supervisor said.
“Consider it your first test.” Liam flipped through the details.
Mountain route.
Eighteen turns.
Dedicated support lanes.
High-risk terrain.
“If you’re not confident,” the supervisor added casually, “you can request reassignment.” Liam didn’t answer.
His eyes stopped on one name.
Chloe Hart.
Lead host.
Featured coverage.
Liam leaned back slightly, file still in hand.
A faint smile appeared.
This job… Might be more interesting than he expected.
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