The room was eerily silent, forming a stark contrast with the dazzling lights outside.
"Ring ring..."
After an indeterminate amount of time, a sudden, urgent phone ring pierced the room's tranquility.
Upon hearing the ringtone, Angel's delicate frame shuddered violently, unaware that her red wine had spilled out of the glass. She hurriedly turned and ran to the coffee table, picking up the phone from the table.
Seeing the caller ID, Angel's breathing suddenly became rapid, as if she was struggling for air. Her fingers gripping the phone turned slightly pale from exertion, as she dreaded hearing the news she least wanted to hear in her life.
Angel took a few deep breaths to calm her emotions and answered the call: "Abby, how is the situation in New York now?"
Abby, aware of Angel's concerns, replied without hesitation: "We won, Boss. Judge won."
"What did you say, Abby? Say it again."
Angel's delicate body trembled slightly, fearing that she might have misheard.
