[Third Person]
Julie stood in the dim alley, her heart pounding in her chest as she glanced around nervously. The dim street lights cast long, dark shadows, and the murmur of the city buzzed in the background. She fiddled with the crisp envelope in her hands, the contents heavy with cash. Moments later, a figure emerged from the darkness, his face obscured by the brim of a hat.
"You did good," Julie said, her voice low and strained. She handed over the envelope, her fingers touching his cold, calloused hand. The man nodded curtly, his eyes glinting with a mix of greed and satisfaction. He pocketed the money without a word and disappeared back into the shadows as quickly as he had come.
Julie took a deep breath, her chest tightening with a mix of relief and anxiety. The plan had gone off
