Miranda lifted her glass again—this time just sipping it as if the day's chaos hadn't already emptied her reserves.
"They said they could arrange a test drive," she added, tapping a fingernail against the Koenigsegg folder.
Izan raised a brow, still half-lounged in his chair.
"Like, just take it out on the streets of London?"
She scoffed.
"Please. Do you think they're putting a prototype anywhere near Shepherd's Bush? They've got connections to a closed course—one of those highly specialized automotive grounds. Perfect visibility. Total privacy."
"Private track," Olivia echoed with a low whistle.
"Now that sounds expensive."
"It's Koenigsegg," Miranda said dryly.
"They invented expensive."
Izan stood, stretching his arms over his head.
"Then let's do it early."
Miranda looked at him. "Early?"
He nodded, walking over to grab a bottle of water.
