"I need my phone," Jenna demanded firmly as Marcel exited the washroom. "I have work to attend to, and if you don't give it back, I'll have no choice but to report this to the police," she added, trying to keep her composure as she delivered the threat.
Marcel responded with a chuckle, a sound that sent a shiver down Jenna's spine. Without a word, he sauntered over to the cupboard. Jenna's eyes widened in realization—he had hidden her phone there the entire time, and she hadn't even thought to look.
Closing the cupboard door with a soft click, Marcel walked back towards her, holding out the phone. Jenna's heart raced as she reached out to take it, but just as her fingers were about to close around it, Marcel jerked his hand back, pulling the phone out of reach.
"Don't try to outsmart me
