Elegant Deceptions

The fake butler, still recovering from the humiliation he endured at Richard's hands earlier, made his way through the bustling crowd with a sense of urgency. As he discreetly slipped on an earphone, his fingers fumbled with the small device in his pocket, attempting to establish contact with his boss and the rest of the team.

He grew increasingly frustrated as he muttered to himself, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Why aren't they answering?" he muttered, his voice tinged with anxiety as he strained to catch any response through the earpiece.

An unsettling feeling of worry gripped him as he pondered whether his boss and the others had suffered a similar fate as he did earlier. "Perhaps they've been caught too," he thought to himself, his mind racing with the implications of their possible capture.