Daniel stood frozen, his body stiff with nerves as Don's words lingered in the air. His mind raced through every possible scenario, every potential demand Don could make.
Money? A favor? That was manageable. But something about the way Don simply stood there, silent, calculating, made him uneasy.
And then Don moved.
A slow, steady motion—his hand extending toward Daniel, palm open.
"Give me your phone," Don said, his tone casual, almost indifferent.
Daniel blinked in confusion, not expecting that request. Of all the things Don could've asked for, this was the last thing on his mind. He hesitated, his fingers twitching slightly at his sides, his instincts screaming at him to question why.
Don's patience, however, was thin.
"Now," he added, his voice edged with something that made Daniel's gut twist.