In the ward, Tyrone, seated on the sofa with eyes closed, rhythmically tapped his phone, as if anticipating something.

His phone chimed. Tyrone picked it up. His movements betraying a hint of anxiety. "Yes?"

A young man's voice echoed from the other end. “Tyrone, congratulations. You've become the chairman of Blakely Group."

"Damon, Let's cut to the chase. You know what I wish to hear."

From the other end came the clicking sound of a lighter and Damon's chuckling. "I was just about to. Sabrina and her friends are heading to Norwen. They boarded the plane. They are expected to stay in Oslo for a few days before heading to..."