. . .
When Andrei walked out of the building, his assistant followed him tongue-tied. The deafening silence engulfing them both, broke into pieces when his phone's theme echoed in the open.
An unknown number flashed on the screen.
"Hello, who is this?" he answered the call with a sinister vibe clawing out of his throat.
"Ahhh... Mr. Argenti. This is Miura Takumi."
His eyebrows furrowed. The caller who introduced himself as the infamous Miura Takumi went on without hassle. "I wasn't able to reach you all day, but now it's seems to me that you're finally picking up."
His jaw popped with a tight clench. He gritted his teeth before answering, "What do you need?"
"I'd like to invite you for a small talk..." Miura Takumi added, "You can bring a date with you. I won't mind."
Date?
His hand provided enough friction to make his knuckles pop. He was retraining himself from letting any word out.
"I'll send you the address."
