Unresponsive

The rows of cars exiting the gates of one of Matthew's opulent homes heightened the anxiety in Tyler's already agitated nerves. The sight of them as they whizzed by his car, taking positions behind a sleek, black limousine, made his heart sink. One glance at the limousine's tinted windows was all it took for Tyler to deduce who was inside. He could already tell who it was that they were all gathered behind.

Tyler removed his glasses, his eyes narrowing as he gazed towards the end of the convoy. That's when he noticed a tiny figure of a girl, no more than 20 years old, strutting with a small box clutched in one hand, her high heels clicking on the pavement. Two heavily built men, their faces expressionless, walked closely behind her, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of caution and intimidation.

Without being told, Tyler could already piece together what was happening. Matthew probably had some new girl locked away in his mansion, and needed a familiar face to help keep h