I couldn't find any peace. Although I felt drowsy, I decided to go to bed. The phone call from last night still lingered in my mind, unsettling me. Should I ignore it and move on? Glancing around, I noticed the absence of even the maid.
"We're losing ground... The bank is slipping away, and I'm unsure of what steps to take," a voice I recognized expressed. Trusting my intuition, I followed the sound to its origin. Pausing, I realized the voice belonged to my mother, engrossed in a call with the door ajar. Intrigued, I moved closer to eavesdrop. Who was she talking to? "No, please don't. He might do something because of you, and I don't want to be caught," my mother said to the other line. "Stop bothering me for a while, and I'll take care of it." I hurriedly walked away, but in my haste,
