Ty stirred, lifting his head. "Hey, where is the old guy who's usually in the cell?"
"I can't divulge that information," the guard whispered into Ty's ear, a secretive tone to his voice. "But, thanks to your cooperation, I might be up for a promotion. I Heard through that he's snagged a sponsor and is about to outpace you for a spotlight in the media."
"Please, follow me to the reception hall, and let's keep things smooth, as always," the guard requested a hint of caution in his words.
Ty, understanding the delicacy of their situation, nodded. "Of course, but why is there a need for secrecy?"
"In a place like this, ears are everywhere. With you around, it seems everyone's looking to leave their mark," the guard explained as they moved toward the waiting area of the cafeteria.
