Zack's eyes were fixed on the phone screen, his brow furrowed in concern. He had been trying to reach Ivy for hours, but she wasn't picking up his calls. The relentless tapping of the driver's hand on the steering wheel was starting to get on his nerves.

"Can you please stop that?" Zack spat, his voice tinged with frustration.

The driver's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. "Sorry, sir, just a habit," he muttered, his hand stilled on the wheel.

Zack's gaze drifted back to the phone screen, his mind racing with worry. He tried calling Ivy again, his fingers drumming impatiently on the armrest as the call went straight...