Lorenzo

As my driver drove through the bustling evening traffic, I glanced at my watch - 7 PM. A sense of urgency filled me as I realized the importance of the task at hand.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Eva's number. It rang once before being picked up.

"Tonight," I whispered in a cold, deep voice, intending to weaken her resolve and send shivers down her spine. But before I could continue, a strange masculine voice sounded from the other side.

"Hello?"

My heart skipped a beat. Had I called the wrong person? I checked my phone, but the screen showed I was indeed calling Eva. So who...