Chapter Thirty Eight

As Alex dropped the phone, his hands trembled with unease, the weight of the caller's ominous words bearing down on him. Reynolds and Charles exchanged concerned glances, sensing Alex's distress.

"What was that about?" Reynolds asked, his voice laced with worry.

But Alex remained tight-lipped, his mind racing with fear and uncertainty. "It's nothing," he muttered, his voice strained.

With a sense of urgency, they resumed their meeting, diving back into the details of their latest project. Time seemed to blur as they discussed strategies and timelines, the minutes stretching into hours.

After what felt like an eternity, the meeting finally drew to a close, leaving Alex feeling drained and unsettled. He knew he needed to make a quick stop at Sam's place before heading home.

The evening sun cast a warm glow through the curtains as Alex drove towards Sam's place, his mind buzzing with worry. He couldn't shake off the unsettling phone call from the anonymous caller, the words echoing in hi