A hushed conversation unfolded.
"Sir, they are inviting over this person in opposition to you; they said this will definitely pin you down, sir."
Andrew whispered nervously.
KINI, a man of influence and stature, leaned forward when he heard the news, his piercing gaze demanding more information when Jevaun looked at him.
"Name. Give me his name," he commanded, with a steely edge to his voice.
"Irie, sir; you might know him."
The response came, and Andrew uttered it with a hint of reluctance.
As the name hung in the air, KINI's countenance shifted.
Agitation crept into Kini's features, and the room seemed to shrink under the weight of his building displeasure.
Irie, a figure from his past, emerged like a specter, casting a shadow over the present moment.