Just as he seemed to be thinking of a role that could fit Laura, a mechanical voice."Are you okay?" Laura asked, her voice soft but filled with concern.
John uttered "We need to go, Laura. Now. Get into your car," he said, his voice tense, but not explaining the system's message.
Laura's face scrunched up in confusion. She wasn't one to question John's instincts, but something about the sudden change in atmosphere made her uneasy. The air felt thicker, almost as if danger itself lingered just out of sight. A chill ran down her spine as if the wind carried a hidden message she couldn't quite understand.
John slipped into his Rolls Royce Phantom, tightening his grip on the steering wheel as he fastened his seatbelt. He glanced over at Laura, who sat beside him in her sleek Mercedes, her hands firmly on the wheel.
