Sharon clutched her phone, staring at the blank screen as if the mysterious caller might reappear. Her heart raced. Who could it be? What do they know? And why now?
The Gilded Lounge wasn’t the kind of place one went to casually. It was a hotspot for the city’s elite, a blend of opulence and secrecy. She knew agreeing to meet there could expose her to risks, but she also couldn’t ignore the chance to learn what this person knew.
It might be a trap, she thought, biting her lip. But her curiosity won over her caution. She made the decision: she would go.
Back at her apartment, Sharon paced the small living room. She was dressed in a sleek black dress that exuded confidence and elegance, but her nerves betrayed her. She kept glancing at the clock.
What if this is a mistake? she thought.
