The Ninth Hour (Part 1)
Darren fidgeted with the collar of his shirt. He didn’t usually have a problem with any formal attires. He wore them almost on a daily basis, except on the weekends. However, the white tuxedo felt restrictive at the moment. He thought he was going to suffocate. He was anxious for Ivan’s return. Everything was ready. All the guests in attendance of the party for that evening were already hiding somewhere in the garden. All the lights had already been switched off. The entire estate was plunged into a state of total darkness. Ivan was almost home. George had sent him a short text message. The car was approximately five minutes away from the main gate of the private estate. Darren attempted to calm down. He could feel his palms getting clammier with every passing seco
