Vincent sat in his office, the weight of concern heavy on his shoulders. Elara's marked face lingered in his mind, a stark reminder of the harsh realities of the entertainment industry. As a newcomer, she was vulnerable to the cruelty that often pervaded such circles. With each passing moment, his anger intensified, fueled by his protective instincts.
With a long sigh, he reached for his phone and dialed Gabriel's number. The familiar voice answered, "Yes, sir?"
"I need you to find out what happened at the shooting site today," Vincent commanded, his voice edged with urgency.
Gabriel's tone shifted slightly, a hint of amusement underlying his response. "It concerns your wife?" he queried knowingly.
Vincent's jaw tightened. "Yes," he replied firmly, his concern palpable even over the phone line.
There was a brief pause before Gabriel spoke again, his tone more serious this time. "I'll let you know what I find out," he assured.
