Alex tapped his fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel, the sound blending with the low hum of the radio. The early evening sun cast a golden hue over the city, its rays glinting off the glass windows of tall buildings as he navigated through the streets. He had been unusually quiet since he received Marcus's call.
“Sir, I’m in the gallery waiting,” Marcus’s voice crackled through the speaker, a hint of confusion threading through his tone. “I don’t know why you wanted me here. You didn’t mention anything about an art show.”
“I’m on my way,” Alex replied tersely, keeping his gaze fixed ahead, the urgency of the moment urging him to drive faster.
“Alright, just... let me know when you get here,” Marcus said, his voice trailing off.
Alex turned off the call and concentrated o
