<🎧 Song Recommendation: Numb by Linkin Park>
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The interior of the luxury SUV was silent. Von drove for twenty minutes, passing the skyline of downtown Miami, until he found a quiet, empty stretch of parking overlooking the dark waters of Biscayne Bay.
Von put the car in park and killed the engine before unbuckling his seat belt and turning to look directly at Alex.
Alex stared out the passenger window at the black water, unfazed by the sudden detour.
"Why are you here, Alex?" Von asked in a low voice.
"You offered me a feature contract," Alex replied evenly, not looking away from the window. "I signed it, so I'm here to record."
"No," Von shook his head, not even sounding angry. "You're not here to sing. You're not even interested in this single. What's the problem?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Why are you like this? You seem so off every time we work. Is there a problem?"
Alex looked away. "I'm fine."
