Apologize to her

INT. BLACK-CAR INTERIOR – NIGHT

Rain tapped against the window as Nathaniel stared out into the city lights—his face unreadable, but his knuckles white against the phone in his hand. He took a breath, jaw tight, before dialing.

CUT TO: INT. WALES ENTERPRISE – PRIVATE OFFICE

Allesandro stood behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, eyes stormy as he stared at surveillance footage. His phone lit up—Nathaniel Carter.

He hesitated. Picked up.

Nathaniel:

"You burned down her world, Allesandro."

Allesandro (cold):

"If you're calling to plead for her, you're wasting time. She's dangerous."

Nathaniel (his tone slow, dark):

"My sister loved you."

Allesandro:

"Love? Obsession isn't love."

There was a pause—tense, stretched.

Nathaniel:

"Apologize to her."

Allesandro (voice sharp):

"You dare—"

Nathaniel: