Sit Tight!

"You know," Ikenna began, his tone eerily calm, "I wasn't planning to interfere. I was here to observe, just as she asked." He gestured toward the door, where Nnenna waited outside, undoubtedly smirking. "But then you thought it was a good idea to lunge at her. Big mistake."

Reuben gulped, his mouth suddenly dry.

"I watched her call you 'big time accountant uncle' and take your pictures," Ikenna continued, his tone casual yet laced with steel. "She was smirking the whole time. But me? I'm not smirking, Reuben. Do you know why?"

Reuben shook his head quickly, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Because I don't find this situation funny," Ikenna said, stepping closer. His voice dropped lower, more menacing. "I'm trying to figure out if you're just a liar... or something worse. So, I'm going to ask nicely. What exactly were you planning to do to her, Mr. Big Time Accountant?"