"Alright. I'll handle this." Gray sighed heavily and rubbed his temples.
He turned again to his visitors and looked at them apologetically.
"I'm sorry. I'll return. I just need to make some calls."
"Sure, Boss!" The five answered in unison.
Gray excused himself from Rome and the four men with a quick nod before stepping a few paces away. He went to the corner where there were no people around. He pulled out his phone and dialed Jet2.
The line got picked up after a few seconds.
"Hello, Sir. How may I help you?" Ron's voice came through on the other end.
"Ron, we've got a problem," Gray muttered in a low voice. He looked to his left and right to see if there were someone near him. When he checked that there was none, his face had gotten more serious.
