“Darryl, he’s getting out of hand,” Keith said, slamming both hands on the desk in Darryl’s office. His voice was sharp, filled with frustration.
“Careful,” Darryl replied, glancing at the table with a grin. “We’ll still need this table.” He winked jokingly, but it only annoyed Noah, who sat quietly nearby and rolled his eyes at him.
Darryl noticed Noah’s reaction and quickly straightened his posture, realizing it wasn’t the right time to joke around. He turned his full attention to Keith.
“I called Noah to check on him, and something happened,” Keith said, his voice tense.
“What? Tell me,” Darryl urged, leaning forward.
Keith took a deep breath before explaining everything. He told Darryl how Alistair had started staking out Noah, watching him like a predator waiting for the right mo
