While Phil was busy thinking about what had happened, the man who had stormed into Phil's office walked briskly down the narrow hallway, his steps echoing off the tile floors.
His breath came in quick, shallow bursts, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins from the confrontation. The scent of garlic and herbs from the kitchen faded as he pushed through the heavy back door and stepped into the cool afternoon air.
Outside, the buildings and streets were bathed in a warm, golden light, with long shadows stretching out across the pavement. The sky, a brilliant canvas of blues and whites, with soft clouds scattered across it, casting a gentle glow over the city.
The man paused for a moment, letting the crisp air fill his lungs, before scanning the alley. A sleek black car idled near the curb, its windows tinted dark.
