"Why the hell did you call? I was in the middle of something," Demion asked, looking deadly at Tyler, who was dramatically shivering in fear.
Tyler's hands trembled as he clutched his phone, his voice barely a whisper as he stammered out an explanation. "I'm sorry, Demion," he said, his eyes wide with fear. "I didn't know who else to call. It's... it's him. He's here."
Demion's expression darkened at the mention of "him," his jaw tensing as he glanced around the room, assessing the potential threat. "Who's here?" he demanded, his tone sharp with urgency.
Tyler swallowed hard, his throat dry, as he struggled to find the words to convey the danger they were in. "It's... it's the boss," he finally managed to say, his voice trembling. "He found out about the deal we were planning, and he's not happy."
