After a careful perusal of the freshly received report, Xander's fingers deftly scrolled through his contacts until they settled on a specific name.
With a firm press, the dial tone began to chime, and within moments, a familiar voice greeted him from the other end.
"Mr. Xander, how are you? Why have you suddenly decided to grace me with your call? Are you missing me?" Alesha's voice, a honeyed blend of warmth and playfulness, rang through the line, a subtle undercurrent of anticipation weaving through her words.
"Alesha, I need you to get in touch with Arion immediately. It's imperative that he is informed about the investors retracting their support due to the lingering disturbances caused by the remnants of The Evans at the Fleche Casino. Ask him to handle the matter with utmost urgency and to ensure a swift resolution," Xander instructed in a measured, composed tone, the ease in his voice belying the gravity of the situation at hand.
