Jared was fuming.
The elevator buttons did nothing under his urgent presses.
Unable to wait, he bolted down the stairwell.
After getting out of her Uber, Agnes dashed towards the exit.
Luckily, Jarvis' car was parked right outside.
She hopped in immediately, urging, "Jarvis, drive, now!"
Jarvis, quick on the uptake though clueless about the situation, immediately pulled out of the TV station's parking lot.
The car had been on the road for a while, blending into the city's elevated freeway traffic before Agnes finally relaxed.
"What's the rush?" Jarvis inquired.
"I ran into someone I know. It would've been a huge hassle if he caught up," Agnes explained.
Jarvis chuckled, "An ex-boyfriend, perhaps?"
Agnes didn't deny it.
Jarvis, respecting her privacy, didn't pry further but then said with mock seriousness, "Agnes, from now on, you can't call me Jarvis. Call me 'Bullet'. And I'll call you Agnes."
Agnes nodded, "Got it, Bullet."
Soon, they arrived at the Dark Night Bar.
It was Agnes' first time at a place like this, the largest nightclub in Willowbrook Town.
After parking, Jarvis briefed her, "You don’t have to do anything. Just sit beside me and record our conversation with this pen. We might need it as evidence later. But be careful not to get caught. You have to adapt as things happen."
Agnes nodded, "Understood."
Jarvis led Agnes into the bar.
Inside, it was a riot of colors and music, with countless people gyrating wildly on the dance floor.
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