Arthur’s heart hammered against his ribs. He fumbled for his phone, desperate to silence the wailing trumpet. Just as he managed to hit the end-call button, the elevator doors hissed open. The four men stepped out in perfect unison, but the leader paused, looking back over his shoulder.
The men froze. One, a man with a gaze as sharp as a razor, slowly turned to look at Arthur. Godfather Ringtone
One rainy Tuesday, Arthur found himself in the back of a crowded elevator with four men in sharp, dark suits. They were silent, their presence commanding and intimidating. Just as the elevator lurched between floors, Arthur’s phone shrieked from his pocket. The trumpet wailed the opening notes of the theme, loud and unmistakable. Arthur’s heart hammered against his ribs