The phone screen continued to flash the outgoing call status, but the monotonous ringing tone refused to transition into an answer. Standing in the isolated corner of the corridor, the person's fingers began to tremble violently. Cold sweat slicked their palms, making the smartphone in their grip feel dangerously loose, nearly slipping from their touch.
They felt as if they were losing their mind, utterly paralyzed by indecision over what to execute next.
Their survival instinct screamed at them to stop, strictly forbidding them from pressing the redial button. They knew exactly who and what Raymond Rodriguez was, a ruthless, uncompromising deity who despised having his privacy or his schedule breached by trivial matters. Calling Raymond too frequently was synonymous with offering one's own neck to the guillotine. The sheer terror of being systematically dismantled by Raymond if the billionaire lost his patience was enough to stop their breath.
