Amidst the pulsating beats and laughter of the club, Drew's pocket vibrated, signaling an incoming call on his underworld mobile number. Excusing himself with a curt nod, he stepped outside, leaving behind the lively chaos of the dance floor.
Phoenix, mid-dance and catching a glimpse of Drew's sudden departure, couldn't shake the feeling of something amiss. She furrowed her brow, watching him disappear through the exit. "Strange," she thought, her dancing losing a bit of its rhythm as she pondered what could prompt Drew to leave so abruptly.
Outside, in the dimly lit alley, Drew answered the call with a composed yet serious demeanor. "What's the situation?" he spoke in hushed tones, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any unwelcome eyes.
The voice on the other end relayed urgent info
