Derrick’s POV
The low hum of the engine was a soothing backdrop as the car glided through the predawn streets, carrying me swiftly from the airport to Mr. Smith's sprawling compound. The call from Mr. Smith had come the night before, urging me to make haste. The air was cool, and the world seemed to be in a state of quiet anticipation.
The door to the living room swung open, revealing Mr. Smith, seated in a somber vigil. I had called ahead, but seeing him there, waiting, brought a sense of urgency to the situation.
“Good morning, uncle. I apologize for not being able to make it immediately upon your call. I was away on a business trip,” I offered, my tone carrying the weight of my regret.
“It’s fine, Derrick. What’s important is that you’re here now. Please, have a seat,” Mr. Smith's v
