Inside the dimly lit bathroom, the mayor's fingers trembled slightly as he held his phone, his heart pounding audibly against his chest. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, his usually composed conduct replaced by anxiety.
With a deep breath, he scrolled through his contacts and dialed the Mafia boss's phone number. The phone rang, each passing second feeling like an eternity. Mr. Qing's foot tapped against the bathroom tiles as he muttered to himself, "Please pick up, please pick up..."
As the ringing ended, his mind raced with apprehension yet he was determined to try again. He knew it was too early to call anyone on the phone but the situation demanded desperate measures.
