Leo stood in the dim corner of the nightclub, his eyes scanning the room. He had been here for hours, taking in the strange atmosphere that seemed to be a mixture of exhaustion and excitement.
The lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows over the dance floor. The music blared, loud and throbbing, as customers shouted over the beats, laughing and yelling.
He approached Ben, who was sitting near the back with a drink in his hand, keeping a watchful eye on the patrons.
“Hey, Ben,” Leo began, his voice low. “Can I borrow your phone?”
Ben looked up from his drink, his eyebrows raised. “Why? The club’s got a no-phone policy for employees. You know that, Leo.”
Leo glanced around nervously, making sure no one was watching too closely. “The owner’s paranoid. He thinks we might call the
