The next morning.
Steven was already up and dressed in his training gear before seven. He picked up his duffel bag, checked that his casual clothes were inside, and walked to the living area. He collected his key card and car key fob from the side table and left the apartment.
The hallway was quiet. The elevator came immediately. He rode it down to the garage, got into the Aston Martin, and pulled out into the morning.
The drive to LT Fitness took less than ten minutes in the early traffic. He parked, slung the bag over his shoulder, and walked to the entrance.
Raymond was already on the floor when Steven came through, standing beside the free weights section with a clipboard and a water bottle, reviewing something on the sheet in front of him. He looked up as Steven approached.
"Morning," Raymond said, extending his hand.
"Morning," Steven said, taking it.
"How was the weekend?"
"Good," Steven said. "Better than expected."
