Grovel For A Favour

The voice on the other end of the phone didn't stop. It only grew more furious, more frantic, and more unhinged as the pressure of what was happening continued to crush the man speaking.

"This is your fault!" His boss shouted, his voice raw from all the yelling. "Everything is falling apart because of you! Do you hear me?! You!"

Bella's father sat there, frozen, sweat dripping down his back as the words drilled into him.

"And if you don't fix this—" the voice on the other end spat, venom dripping from every syllable. "—then you better start digging your own grave, because you won't be able to handle the consequences!"

Bella's father's mouth went dry, his throat closed up as his fingers twitched on the table.

"I-" He croaked out, licking his lips as he struggled to find his voice. "How...How am I supposed to fix this?"

"I don't care how!" His boss snapped. "All I know is that this mess started because of you, so you're going to clean it up!"