Davis alighted from the airplane, his steps urgent, almost breaking into a run, while Ethan hurried after him, dragging their luggage and struggling to keep up.
Frantically, Davis dialed on his phone as he moved toward the exit, frustration bubbling within, fear threatening to swallow him whole, his gaze locked firmly on the glowing screen.
He bumped into several passersby without stopping to apologize, not even sparing them a glance. Ethan, left in his wake, was forced to smooth things over, apologizing quickly while still managing their luggage.
In all the years he had worked with Davis, he had never seen him this rattled, this consumed by unease.
At some point, Ethan couldn't help but wonder…had something truly gone wrong?
With his boss furiously making calls, walking faster and faster, he had no time to stop and check the updates for himself.
