Third-person p.o.v
A man sitting in a beautiful villa puffing the most of the cigar in the air picks up his phone from the table. The man touched the screen a few times to each in his phone book. He scrolled the contacts until he gets a very familiar name... A smirk appeared on his lips. He dialed Hayden number... The ring went for three times, Gallen Hunk knows that he will not pick up. He was going to cut the call to write a message to Hayden but he picked up.
"Why the hell are you calling me at this hour? What the actual f**k you want?" Hayden shouted from the other side.
"She, Hayden. I assume you lower your voice. I know it is late in the night but I need my money. I can not call you in the day. We have so many secrets to not protect!!!" Gallen Hunk said in a calm tone.
"Hunk,
