DANIEL'S HOUSE
Daniel sat in the living room, his laptop resting on his lap and a few scattered documents spread out on the couch beside him.
It was one of those quiet days when he had planned to relax after a long day at the office, but there were still some unfinished tasks he had promised to complete. He figured it would be easier to get some work done at home rather than finishing it when he returned to the office.
“Okay, all done with this one,” Daniel muttered, his eyes glued to his laptop.
He had his headphones on, listening to some background music as he typed away, eyes fixed on the screen. But just as he was about to hit “send” on an important email, the sudden sound of the doorbell rang out, interrupting his concentration. Daniel frowned, confused. He wasn’t expecting anyone
