"Hey, boss," Jax, the head mechanic, wiped grease onto a rag. "The Sultan RS in Bay 2 is ready for the floor. Tuned it just like the client asked—turbo's whistling like a bird."
A black SUV pulled up outside, and a man in a sharp suit stepped out—Marcus, a high-ranking member of the city’s most notorious crew. He didn't want a commuter car; he wanted something that could outrun a police interceptor without breaking a sweat. Just_Dealerships-main.zip
Elias nodded, tapping a button on his tablet. With a mechanical hum, the heavy display platform in the center of the room began to rotate. The Sultan, bathed in purple neon underglow, slowly spun into view. In the world of high-stakes roleplay, presentation was everything. "Hey, boss," Jax, the head mechanic, wiped grease onto a rag
