David’s hands moved with the precision of someone who had lived and breathed engines. His fingers traced wires and checked connections with a familiarity that seemed almost intimate. It was clear he wasn’t just an amateur or a hobbyist; he was a craftsman, a man who understood the language of machines.
Richard watched in silence, his smirk slowly fading as David continued his work. Minutes turned into an hour, and the billionaire found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the scene. David’s concentration was palpable, his brow furrowed in focus as he examined each component with care.
The cold night air seeped into the garage, but neither man seemed to notice. Richard’s initial amusement was replaced by a growing curiosity, and then by a reluctant admiration. This man, whom he had dismissed so easily, was revealing layers of expertise and passion that Richard had not anticipated.
