THE TOWER CALL

Marvin slipped his phone back into his pocket, trying to maintain his composure.

The air in the terminal felt thick, charged with tension and the hum of whispered mockery.

He could feel eyes on him, he could hear the murmurs behind his back, but he refused to react.

Mr Donovan's presence was the only thing cutting through the chaos, but even he seemed rattled.

He placed a firm hand on Marvin’s shoulder, leaning in close enough so that only Marvin could hear him.

“Marvin,” Donovan said, with a voice that was low and urgent. “Please, calm down. I need you to think this through. We can work something out. How about I put you and your mother in business class on the next flight to Neovalle? It leaves in a few hours. Just… be patient.”

Marvin’s jaw tightened, but his expression remained unreadable. “Donovan, you don’t understand,” he muttered, just as quietly. “I can’t stay here. Westwood isn’t safe for me anymore. I need to leave this moment. My mother and I… we have no future here. M
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