The luxurious penthouse offered a panoramic view of the city skyline , but the air inside was thick with tension as Anthony , faced David , his trusted confidant. Neon lights from the city flicker through the floor-to-ceiling windows , casting shadows on the polished marble floor .
Anthony said in a grim voice , “We have got a storm on our hands , David . The police are on us like vultures .”
David’s brow furrowed , scanning the city below as if searching for answers amidst the glittering chaos . “It's not random , Boss . Someone's orchestrating this . The sugar trucks’ arrival was only within the trusted circle .”
Anthony paced around in the room , the tap of his shoes echoing the urgency of their situation . “The trucks were caught not even a mile from the unloading site . Inner circl
