His fingers danced with urgent precision as his hands closed around his phone; his mind was racing with the need for speed. He messaged Mr. Austin, the words "Don't you dare expose me" burning with intensity on the screen. He sent this message after taking a deep breath, releasing into the digital ether the weight of his threat.
Seconds ticked by, and it felt like an eternity before Mr. Austin's response came through. On the screen flashed a message that read, "You can't do anything to me." Mr. Jude furrowed, his clenched jaw reflecting defiance in his body language.
Not deterred, Mr. Jude dialed again with exasperation in his voice. "Hello, Jackson. I need a positive response before 7 pm, please," he asked; his request was nothing short of gravity.
Mr. Jude did not wait for any form of
