“Boss, please, it's not what you think...” Daniel’s voice trembled, the words barely escaping his lips, thick with fear and desperation.
But before Daniel could say another word, Shane’s voice sliced through the air with venomous arrogance. “Get out, Daniel,” he thundered, his voice reverberating with a fury that made the walls seem to tremble.
Daniel’s throat tightened as he tried again, pleading now, his voice wavering. “Boss, please—”
“Daniel, I said we’ll talk tomorrow. I don't want to hear another word right now. Get. Out,” Shane growled, each word drenched in anger and dominance, as if he were barely containing the beast inside. His eyes never left Daniel, glaring at him with the kind of intensity that made Daniel’s heart pound painfully in his chest. He felt helpless, cornered,
