TIMOTHY POV
Timothy blinked, astonished and slightly unnerved to see Mr. Fitzgerald staring back at him.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, what are you doing here?" Timothy asked, a mix of surprise and suspicion in his voice.
The older man seemed reserved, his normally confident demeanor replaced by a sense of urgency. "Timothy, I've been looking for you," he replied, his tone measured but urgent.
"Looking for me?" Timothy's eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"
"Come outside with me. I need to talk to you," Mr. Fitzgerald said, gesturing toward the exit.
Timothy followed him outside, his heart pounding. As they stepped through the doors, Timothy's eyes fell on a sleek car parked nearby. He turned to Mr. Fitzgerald, confusion etched on his face. "What's going on?"
"Get in the car, Timothy. No fuss," Mr. Fitzger
