"Your dad instructed us to escort you home right now," Marcelo said dryly.
"My father said that!" Valerie's eyes widened in alarm. "What did I do wrong? Moreover, I can't just leave now. I have a lot of work to do inside the restaurant."
A cold creepy glint emitted from Marcelo's hawkish brown eyes as he languidly walked up to Valerie and opened up his right palm. "Your car keys."
"My car keys!" Valerie trembled slightly. "Why do you need... Can I at least call my dad?" Valerie gulped down her nervousness.
"You have two minutes." Marcelo dropped his hand and started checking his wristwatch.
"Two minutes will not be enough to talk to him. Can I please get ten or twenty minutes?" Valerie pleaded.
"Twenty-five seconds gone." Marcelo didn't bother to look at Valerie as he instructed his men to get the car ready.
