Anthony's phone rang early the next morning, and when he saw Nathan's name on the screen, his heart raced. He knew exactly what this call was about. The conversation from a few days ago still weighed heavily on his mind, and now, the pressure was closing in fast. He had no more time to delay. His hand shook slightly as he picked up the call.
"Hello," Anthony greeted, trying to sound calm, though his mind was racing.
"Anthony," Nathan's voice was smooth but firm. "How are you feeling? I heard you were in the hospital."
Anthony knew Nathan wasn't genuinely concerned. The man had no reason to care about his health. He was only interested in getting his business handled. "I'm fine," Anthony replied brusquely. "Is this about the money?"
Nathan didn't bother with pleasantries. "Mr. Richards is growing impatient. He needs his money cleaned by tomorrow. I hope you've got it handled."
