Domingo’s black Acura car drove right into the company’s parking lot slowly but came to a halt. Something was wrong.

“There’s a car in your spot, sir,” the chauffeur said, raising his eyes to the rearview mirror to take a look at Domingo who was arranging some files at the backseat.

Domingo looked up, annoyed. “Whose car is that?” He stretched his neck to see the car.

“I don’t know. And there’s someone inside.”

“Should I get down and talk with the person?” The ...