A Slow Day - 04

Daniel's eyes narrowed as he met the manager's gaze. A hint of a sneer played on his lips as he scrutinized the man. The manager, under Daniel's intense scrutiny, couldn't help but betray a flicker of nervousness.

Daniel is a man who'd faced down supernatural beings, whose hands were likely no stranger to the blood and battle, exuded an aura that most ordinary people, like the manager who are just… trying to simply do his job, would find difficult to resist.

"Perhaps I should rephrase," Daniel said, his voice polite yet firm. "Are you absolutely certain my reservation hasn't been... misplaced?" The subtle pressure in his tone sent a shiver down the manager's spine. 

"Sir… I… I…." The man stammered, his face draining of color as a sheen of cold sweat slicked his forehead.