Alpha Rylan
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My phone buzzed in my pocket, the name 'Miguel' flashing on the screen. A small surge of anticipation coursed through me as I answered the call, eager for the information I had requested.
But as the voice on the other end relayed the details, I started to feel a strong sense of caution like never before. It was too risky to discuss this within the confines of the packhouse, where walls had ears and anyone around me could overhear our conversation, which was the very last thing I wanted.
"I think it's best if we meet outside the packhouse," I suggested, my tone low and guarded. "I don't want any prying eyes or ears interfering with our conversation."
Miguel agreed with my suggestion, arrangements were made, and I ended the call abruptly. Time was of the essence, and I ne
