Ethan exhaled. The price-to-performance ratio here was excellent, and he liked the feel of it.
Zack nudged him. "Man, you'd look damn good in this. But I think you still need something with a little more bite."
Ethan tilted his head. "More bite?"
Zack grinned. "Something that says, 'I'm not just fast — I'm a menace on the road.'"
They reached the last car — a Porsche 911 Turbo S. Unlike the flashier options, this one had a more understated design, but there was something deadly serious about it. A wolf in sheep's clothing.
The salesman's tone shifted. "This is a Porsche 911 Turbo S. 640 horsepower, top speed of 205 mph, and a razor-sharp handling system. Unlike many supercars, it's also surprisingly practical—meaning you won't feel like you're driving a spaceship every time you get behind the wheel."
Ethan examined it closely. The deep gray body, the precision-cut lines, the way it just sat there, looking like it was ready to launch forward at any second.
"And the price?"
