Astrid quickly through the crowded, dimly lit corridors of the cartel's hideout, her eyes scanning the sea of faces for any sign of Mattie. She wants to let her go that way, she needs to know what those files were for.
The air was thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, Astrid's heart pounded in her chest as she pushed through the throngs of people, her senses on high alert.
As she walked, the din of hushed conversations and muffled footsteps enveloped her, making it difficult to focus.
Astrid's phone rang, shrill and insistent, but she ignored it, her attention fixed on finding Mattie.
Her stomach churned with anxiety, and a wave of nausea washed over her as she dodged a group of rough-looking men.
Astrid's breath came in short gasps, and her palms grew slick with sweat. She felt like she was being swallowed whole by the cartel's dark, oppressive world. She shouldn't be here, she is sure Julain will almost go crazy knowing she is in this kind of place.
