I'm sorry, Mindy

As the working day at Yates company drew to a close, employees streamed out of the sleek corporate building, their chatter blending with the fading sunlight. Among them were Wilson Yates and David, discussing the day's affairs as they made their way to the parking lot.

Unbeknownst to them, Daniel stood by his car, engrossed in a hushed conversation over the phone. The atmosphere around him exuded an air of secrecy, heightened by his furtive glances and guarded expressions. He remained oblivious to the approaching figures of Wilson and David, deeply absorbed in whatever clandestine discussion occupied his attention.

Just as Wilson and David neared Daniel, the call concluded abruptly. Daniel, unaware of their presence, hastily pocketed his phone and turned to walk away. However, his trajectory was abruptly halted as he found himself face-to-face with Wilson's cold and penetrating gaze.